I Know Of No Inquiry Which The

I Accept The Universe!

I Fear I Have Not One Good Word To Say This Fair Morning, Though The Sun Shines So Encouragingly On The Distant Hills And Gentle River And The Trees Are In Their Festive Hues. I Am Not Festive, Though Contented. When Obliged To Give Myself To The Prose Of Life, As I Am On This Occasion Of Being Established In A New Home I Like To Do The Thing, Wholly And Quite, - To Weave My Web For The Day Solely From The Grey Yarn.

Whatever The Soul Knows How To Seek, It Cannot Fail To Obtain.

Man Tells His Aspiration In His God; But In His Demon He Shows His Depth Of Experience.

The Critic ... Should Be Not Merely A Poet, Not Merely A Philosopher, Not Merely An Observer, But Tempered Of All Three.