Where I Cannot Be Moral, My Power

At Bottom, No Real Object Is Unpoetical, If The Poet Knows How To Use It Properly.

Woe To Him Who Would Ascribe Something Like Reason To Chance, And Make A Religion Of Surrendering To It.

A Stated Truth Loses Its Grace, But A Repeated Error Appears Insipid And Ridiculous.

Let There Be Truth Between Us.

We Are Pantheists As Natural Scientists, Polytheists As Poets, And Monotheists As Moral Beings.