Love Can Make Us Fiends As Well

You Are Literally Filled With The Fruit Of Your Own Devices, With Rats And Mice And Such Small Deer, Paramecia, And Entomostraceæ, And Kicking Things With Horrid Names, Which You See In Microscopes At The Polytechnic, And Rush Home And Call For Brandy-without The Water-stone, And Gravel, And Dyspepsia, And Fragments Of Your Own Muscular Tissue Tinged With Your Own Bile.

Nature's Deepest Laws, Her Only True Laws, Are Her Invisible Ones.

Oh! That We Two Were Maying Down The Stream Of The Soft Spring Breeze; Like Children With Violets Playing, In The Shade Of The Whispering Trees.

Do Noble Things, Not Dream Them All Day Long.

He Was One Of Those Men Who Possess Almost Every Gift, Except The Gift Of The Power To Use Them.