Because Thou Must Not Dream, Thou Need

The Will Is Free; Strong Is The Soul, And Wise, And Beautiful; The Seeds Of Godlike Power Are In Us Still; Gods Are We, Bards, Saints, Heroes, If We Will!

Life Is The Application Of Noble And Profound Ideas To Life.

Spare Me The Whispering, Crowded Room, The Friends Who Come And Gape And Go, The Ceremonious Air Of Gloom - All, Which Makes Death A Hideous Show.

The Kings Of Modern Thought Are Dumb.

For Poetry The Idea Is Everything; The Rest Is A World Of Illusion.