Error Is Worse Than Ignorance.

My Favoured Temple Is An Humble Heart.

The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

I Run The Gauntlet Of A File Of Doubts, Each One Of Which Down Hurls Me To The Ground.

Night Comes, World-jewelled, . . . The Stars Rush Forth In Myriads As To Wage War With The Lines Of Darkness; And The Moon, Pale Ghost Of Night, Comes Haunting The Cold Earth After The Sun's Red Sea-death--quietless.

All Are Of The Race Of God, And Have In Themselves Good.