There Is Properly No History, Only Biography.

Moral Qualities Rule The World, But At Short Distances The Senses Are Despotic.

That Which Shows God In Me, Fortifies Me. That Which Shows God Out Of Me, Makes Me A Wart And A Wen.

Ever The Words Of The Gods Resound; But The Porches Of Man's Ear Seldom In This Low Life's Round Are Unsealed, That He May Hear.

A Fact Is The End Or Last Issue Of Spirit. The Visible Creation Is The Terminus Or The Circumference Of The Invisible World.

The Poet Knows That He Speaks Adequately, Then, Only When He Speaks Somewhat Wildly.