Thought Is The Seed Of Action; But

We Will Walk On Our Own Feet; We Will Work With Our Own Hands; We Will Speak Our Own Minds... A Nation Of Men Will For The First Time Exist, Because Each Believes Himself Inspired By The Divine Soul Which Also Inspires All Men.

To The Birds And Trees He Talks: Caesar Of His Leafy Rome, There The Poet Is At Home.

The Dearest Events Are Summer-rain.

A Man Should Have A Farm Or A Mechanical Craft For His Culture. We Must Have A Basis For Our Higher Accomplishments, Our Delicate Entertainments Of Poetry And Philosophy, In The Work Of Our Hands.

Words Are Alive. Cut Them And They Bleed.