We, Peopling The Void Air, Make Gods

For Science, God Is Simply The Stream Of Tendency By Which All Things Seek To Fulfill The Law Of Their Being.

Poetry Is Simply The Most Beautiful, Impressive, And Widely Effective Mode Of Saying Things.

Alas! Is Even Love Too Weak To Unlock The Heart, And Let It Speak?

Weary Of Myself, And Sick Of Asking What I Am, And What I Ought To Be, At This Vessel's Prow I Stand, Which Bears Me Forwards, Forwards, O'er The Starlit Sea.

The Need Of Expansion Is As Genuine An Instinct In Man As The Need In A Plant For The Light, Or The Need In Man Himself For Going Upright. The Love Of Liberty Is Simply The Instinct In Man For Expansion.