I Think We Must Get

I Have Only One Doctrine, The Infinitude Of The Private Man.

If We Meet No Gods, It Is Because We Harbor None. If There Is Grandeur In You, You Will Find Grandeur In Porters And Sweeps.

Prayer That Craves A Particular Commodity, Anything Less Than All Good, Is Vicious.

How Silent, How Spacious, What Room For All, Yet Without Place To Insert An Atom--in Graceful Succession, In Equal Fullness, In Balanced Beauty, The Dance Of The Hours Goes Forward Still. Like An Odor Of Incense, Like A Strain Of Music, Like A Sleep, It Is Inexact And Boundless. It Will Not Be Dissected, Nor Unraveled, Nor Shown.

Manners Require Time, And Nothing Is More Vulgar Than Haste.