Naught But God Can Satisfy The Soul.

Imagination Is The Air Of Mind.

Envy's A Coal Comes Hissing Hot From Hell.

When Night Hath Set Her Silver Lamp High, Then Is The Time For Study.

None But God Can Fill The Perfect Whole.

Poetry Is Itself A Thing Of God; He Made His Prophets Poets; And The More We Feel Of Poesie Do We Become Like God In Love And Power,-under-makers.