All High Beauty Has A Moral Element

Out From The Heart Of Nature Rolled The Burdens Of The Bible Old.

The Human Body Is A Magazine Of Inventions, The Patent Office, Where Are The Models From Which Every Hint Is Taken. All The Tools And Engines On Earth Are Only Extensions Of Its Limbs And Senses.

All Things Are Known To The Soul.

Teach Me Your Mood, O Patient Stars. Who Climb Each Night, The Ancient Sky. Leaving On Space No Shade, No Scars, No Trace Of Age, No Fear To Die.

Beware When The Great God Lets Loose A Thinker On This Planet.