Best Be Yourself, Imperial, Plain, And True.

Faultless To A Fault.

Make Us Happy And You Make Us Good.

All Poetry Is Putting The Infinite Within The Finite.

The Sea Heaves Up, Hangs Loaded O'er The Land, Breaks There, And Buries Its Tumultuous Strength.

The Moment Eternal - Just That And No More - When Ecstasy's Utmost We Clutch At The Core While Cheeks Burn, Arms Open, Eyes Shut, And Lips Meet!