Beauty Is The Virtue Of

Stay At Home In Your Mind. Don't Recite Other People's Opinions.

Cunning Is Strength Withheld.

The Leaves Are Falling, Falling As From Way Off, As Though Far Gardens Withered In The Skies; They Are Falling With Denying Gestures. And In The Nights The Heavy Earth Is Falling From All The Stars Down Into Loneliness. We All Are Falling. This Hand Falls. And Look At Others: It Is In Them All. And Yet There Is One Who Holds This Falling Endlessly Gently In His Hands.

There Are Two Classes Of Poets - The Poets By Education And Practice, These We Respect; And Poets By Nature, These We Love.

One Single Idea May Have Greater Weight Than All The Men, Animals, And Machines For A Century.