Suddenly, As Rare Things Will, It Vanished.

Children Use The Fist Until They Are Of Age To Use The Brain.

We Can't Separate Our Humanity From Our Poetry.

Guess Now Who Holds Thee?'--'death,' I Said. But, There, The Silver Answer Rang, . . . 'not Death, But Love.

Through Heaven And Earth God's Will Moves Freely, And I Follow It, As Color Follows Light. He Overflows The Firmamental Walls With Deity, Therefore With Love; His Lightnings Go Abroad, His Pity May Do So, His Angels Must, Whene'er He Gives Them Charges.

All Actual Heroes Are Essential Men, And All Men Possible Heroes.