God Is The Perfect Poet, Who In

If Thou Tastest A Crust Of Bread, Thou Tastest All The Stars And All The Heavens.

Motherhood: All Love Begins And Ends There.

In Heaven I Yearn For Knowledge, Account All Else Inanity; On Earth I Confess An Itch For The Praise Of Fools - That's Vanity

The Great Beacon Light God Sets In All, The Conscience Of Each Bosom.

Genius Has Somewhat Of The Infantine; But Of The Childish Not A Touch Or Taint.