The Pure Soul Shall Mount

He Who Makes His Law A Curse, By His Own Law Shall Surely Die.

Why Stand We Here Trembling Around, Calling On God For Help, And Not Ourselves, In Whom God Dwells?

God Is The Poetic Genius In Each Of Us.

The Vision Of Christ That Thou Dost See Is My Vision's Greatest Enemy.

Can I See Another's Woe, And Not Be In Sorrow Too? Can I See Another's Grief, And Not Seek For Kind Relief?