Music Tells No Truths.

A Poet Not In Love Is Out At Sea; He Must Have A Lay-figure.

None But God Can Fill The Perfect Whole.

We Live In Deeds, Not Years; In Thoughts, Not Breaths; In Feelings, Not In Figures On A Dial.

Who Can Mistake Great Thoughts? They Seize Upon The Mind; Arrest And Search, And Shake It; Bow The Tall Soul As By Wind; Rush Over It Like A River Reeds.

The Sun, Centre And Sire Of Light, The Keystone Of The World-built Arch Of Heaven.