The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

Poetry Is Itself A Thing Of God; He Made His Prophets Poets; And The More We Feel Of Poesie Do We Become Like God In Love And Power,-under-makers.

Could We But Think With The Intensity We Love With, We Might Do Great Things.

Joys Are Bubble-like--what Makes Them Bursts Them Too.

Hell Is The Wrath Of God--his Hate Of Sin.

When I Forget That The Stars Shine In Air-- When I Forget That Beauty Is In Stars-- When I Forget That Love With Beauty Is-- Will I Forget Thee: Till Then All Things Else.