A Great Mind Must Be Androgynous.

O Pure Of Heart! Thou Needest Not Ask Of Me What This Strong Music In The Soul May Be!

An Undevout Poet Is An Impossibility.

Greatness And Goodness Are Not Means, But Ends! Hath He Not Always Treasures, Always Friends, The Good Great Man? Three Treasures, Love And Light, And Calm Thoughts, Regular As Infants' Breath; And Three Firm Friends, More Sure Than Day And Night, Himself, His Maker, And The Angel Death.

In The Deepest Night Of Trouble And Sorrow God Gives Us So Much To Be Thankful For That We Need Never Cease Our Singing. With All Our Wisdom And Foresight We Can Take A Lesson In Gladness And Gratitude From The Happy Bird That Sings All Night, As If The Day Were Not Long Enough To Tell Its Joy.

I Feel As If God Had, By Giving The Sabbath, Given Fifty-two Springs In Every Year.