Energy Is Eternal Delight.

Great Things Are Done When Men And Mountains Meet.

The Vision Of Christ That Thou Dost See Is My Vision's Greatest Enemy.

O Thou With Dewy Locks, Who Lookest Down Thro' The Clear Windows Of The Morning, Turn Thine Angel Eyes Upon Our Western Isle, Which In Full Choir Hails Thy Approach, O Spring! The Hills Tell Each Other, And The Listening Valleys Hear; All Our Longing Eyes Are Turned Up To Thy Bright Pavilions: Issue Forth, And Let Thy Holy Feet Visit Our Clime. Come O'er The Eastern Hills, And Let Our Winds Kiss Thy Perfumed Garments; Let Us Taste Thy Morn And Evening Breath; Scatter Thy Pearls Upon Our Love-sick Land That Mourns For Thee.

It Is Easier To Forgive An Enemy Than To Forgive A Friend.

One Power Alone Makes A Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision.