No Work Begun Shall Ever Pause For

Strike When Thou Wilt, The Hour Of Rest, But Let My Last Days Be My Best.

The Ultimate, Angels' Law, Indulging Every Instinct Of The Soul There Where Law, Life, Joy, Impulse Are One Thing!

All Poetry Is Putting The Infinite Within The Finite.

Truth That Peeps Over The Glass's Edge When Dinner's Done.

Thou Art My Single Day, God Lends To Leaven What Were All Earth Else, With A Feel Of Heaven.