For Poetry The Idea Is

Man Errs Not That He Deems His Welfare His True Aim, He Errs Because He Dreams The World Does But Exist That Welfare To Bestow.

Greatness Is A Spiritual Condition.

Calm's Not Life's Crown, Though Calm Is Well.

Truth Sits Upon The Lips Of Dying Men, And Falsehood, While I Lived, Was Far From Mine.

The Bloom Is Gone, And With The Bloom Go I.