Could I Love Less, I Should Be

Could We But Think With The Intensity We Love With, We Might Do Great Things.

Necessity, Like Electricity, Is In Ourselves And All Things, And No More Without Us Than Within Us.

Art Is A Man's Nature; Nature Is God's Art.

The Dew, 'tis Of The Tears Which Stars Weep, Sweet With Joy.

See The Gold Sunshine Patching, And Streaming And Streaking Across The Gray-green Oaks; And Catching, By Its Soft Brown Beard, The Moss.