There Is Not A Fiercer Hell Than

Some Say The World Is A Vale Of Tears, I Say It Is A Place Of Soul-making.

O For A Life Of Sensations Rather Than Of Thoughts!

On A Lone Winter Evening, When The Frost Has Wrought A Silence.

I Want A Brighter Word Than Bright

... Who Alive Can Say 'thou Art No Poet - Mayst Not Tell Thy Dreams'? Since Every Man Whose Soul Is Not A Clod Hath Visions, And Would Speak, If He Had Loved, And Been Well Nurtured In His Mother Tongue.