There Are Two Kinds Of Weakness, That

Sincerity Is Impossible, Unless It Pervade The Whole Being, And The Pretence Of It Saps The Very Foundation Of Character.

It ["the Ancient Mariner"] Is Marvellous In Its Mastery Over That Delightfully Fortuitous Inconsequence That Is The Adamantine Logic Of Dreamland.

Love Lives On, And Hath A Power To Bless When They Who Loved Are Hidden In The Grave.

And What Is So Rare As A Day In June? Then, If Ever, Come Perfect Days.

The Green Grass Floweth Like A Stream Into The Oceans's Blue.