The Dew, 'tis Of The Tears Which

Let Each Man Think Himself An Act Of God, His Mind A Thought, His Life A Breath Of God; And Let Each Try, By Great Thoughts And Good Deeds, To Show The Most Of Heaven He Hath In Him.

I Cannot Be Content With Less Than Heaven.

None But The Brave And Beautiful Can Love.

Evil Is Limited. One Cannot Form A Scheme For Universal Evil.

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