A Collection Of Books Is The Best

He That Works And Does Some Poem, Not He That Merely Says One, Is Worthy Of The Name Of Poet.

It Is Meritorious To Insist On Forms; Religion And All Else Naturally Clothes Itself In Forms. Everywhere The Formed World Is The Only Habitable One.

If I Had My Way, The World Would Hear A Pretty Stern Command - Exit Christ.

Nature Admits No Lie.

Alas! While The Body Stands So Broad And Brawny, Must The Soul Lie Blinded, Dwarfed, Stupefied, Almost Annihilated? Alas! This Was, Too, A Breath Of God, Bestowed In Heaven, But On Earth Never To Be Unfolded!