Words Are The Motes Of Thought, And

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.

The Beautiful Are Never Desolate; But Some One Alway Loves Them--god Or Man. If Man Abandons, God Himself Takes Them.

Death Is The Universal Salt Of States; Blood Is The Base Of All Things--law And War.

The Sole Equality On Earth Is Death.

Surely The Stars Are Images Of Love.