A Man Who Means To Think And

What I Mean By The Muse Is That Unimpeded Clearness Of The Intuitive Powers, Which A Perfectly Truthful Adherence To Every Admonition Of The Higher Instincts Would Bring To A Finely Organized Human Being. It May Appear As Prophesy Or As Poesy...should These Faculties Have Free Play, I Believe They Will Open Up New, Deeper And Purer Sources Of Joyous Inspiration Than Have As Yet Refreshed The Earth.

Spirits That Have Once Been Sincerely United And Tended Together A Sacred Flame, Never Become Entirely Stranger To One Another's Life.

The Highest Ideal Man Can Form Of His Own Powers, Is That Which He Is Destined To Attain. Whatever The Soul Knows How To Seek, It Cannot Fail To Obtain. This Is The Law And The Prophets. Knock And It Shall Be Opened, Seek And Ye Shall Find. It Is Demonstrated; It Is A Maxim.

But The Golden-rod Is One Of The Fairy, Magical Flowers; It Grows Not Up To Seek Human Love Amid The Light Of Day, But To Mark To The Discerning What Wealth Lies Hid In The Secret Caves Of Earth.

It Seems That It Is Madder Never To Abandon One's Self Than Often To Be Infatuated; Better To Be Wounded, A Captive And A Slave, Than Always To Walk In Armor.