Poetry Has Been The Guardian Angel Of

We Are Earth's Children, And Life Is The Same In Sap As In Blood; All That The Earth, Our Mother, Feels And Expresses To The Eye By Her Form And Aspect, In Melancholy Or In Splendor, Finds An Echo Within Us.

Man Hath No Heaven And Time's Coast Is Chartless. He Speeds; We Pass Away!

Argument Should Be Polite As Well As Logical.

Poetry Has Been The Guardian Angel Of Humanity In All Ages.

Private Passions Tire And Exhaust Themselves, Public Ones Never.