I Sing The Progress Of A Deathless

Whoever Loves, If He Do Not Propose The Right True End Of Love, He's One That Goes To Sea For Nothing But To Make Him Sick.

We Give Each Other A Smile With A Future In It

The Difference Between The Reason Of Man And The Instinct Of The Beast Is This, That The Beast Does But Know, But The Man Knows That He Knows.

At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners, Blow Your Trumpets, Angels.

Affliction Is A Treasure, And Scarce Any Man Hath Enough Of It.