Cut These Words And They Would Bleed;

When We Quarrel, How We Wish We Had Been Blameless.

Who Are The Farmer's Servants? ... Geology And Chemistry, The Quarry Of The Air, The Water Of The Brook, The Lightning Of The Cloud, The Castings Of The Worm, The Plough Of The Frost.

If The Stars Should Appear But One Night Every Thousand Years How Man Would Marvel And Stare.

Henceforth, Please God, Forever I Forego The Yolk Of Men's Opinions. I Will Be Light-hearted As A Bird And Live With God. I Find Him In The Bottom Of My Heart, And I Hear Continually His Voice Therein.

Thought Is The Seed Of Action; But Action Is As Much Its Second Form As Thought Is Its First.