Respect Is What We Owe; Love, What

Blest Is He Whose Heart Is The Home Of The Great Dead And Their Great Thoughts.

For As Nightingales Do Upon Glow-worms Feed, So Poets Live Upon The Living Light.

O, There Is Naught On Earth Worth Being Known But God And Our Own Souls!

Naught But God Can Satisfy The Soul.

Tis Light Translateth Night; 'tis Inspiration Expounds Experience; 'tis The West Explains The East; 'tis Time Unfolds Eternity.