Could We But Think With The Intensity

Remember That Thy Heart Will Shed Its Pleasures As Thine Eye Its Tears, And Both Leave Loathsome Furrows.

He Is A Fool Who Is Not For Love And Beauty. I Speak Unto The Young, For I Am Of Them And Always Shall Be.

The World Is A Great Poem, And The World's The Words It Is Writ In, And We Souls The Thoughts.

Life's But A Means Unto An End, That End, Beginning, Mean, And End To All Things--god.

Men Might Be Better If We Better Deemed Of Them.