Weave, Weave The Sunlight In Your Hair-

Stand On The Highest Pavement Of The Stair- Lean On A Garden Urn- Weave, Weave The Sunlight In Your Hair.

Talent Imitates, But Genius Steals.

Our High Respect For A Well Read Person Is Praise Enough For Literature.

I Said To My Soul, Be Still And Wait Without Hope, For Hope Would Be Hope For The Wrong Thing; Wait Without Love, For Love Would Be Love Of The Wrong Thing; There Is Yet Faith, But The Faith And The Love Are All In The Waiting. Wait Without Thought, For You Are Not Ready For Thought: So The Darkness Shall Be The Light, And The Stillness The Dancing.

There Is No Absolute Point Of View From Which Real And Ideal Can Be Finally Separated And Labelled.