The Heart Is Its Own Fate.

We Love And Live In Power; It Is The Spirit's End. Mind Must Subdue; To Conquer Is Its Life.

True Faith Nor Biddeth Nor Abideth Form, The Bended Knee, The Eye Uplift; Is All Which Men Need Render; All Which God Can Bear. What To The Faith Are Forms? A Passing Speck, A Crow Upon The Sky.

The Sole Equality On Earth Is Death.

America, Thou Half-brother Of The World; With Something Good And Bad Of Every Land.

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