Tis Good-will Makes Intelligence.

We Live In Succession, In Division, In Parts And Particles. Meantime, Within Man, Is The Soul Of The Whole; The Wise Silence; The Universal Beauty To Which Every Part And Particle Is Equally Related; The Eternal One.

Some Books Leave Us Free And Some Books Make Us Free.

Crossing A Bare Common, In Snow Puddles At Twilight, Under A Clouded Sky, Without Having In My Thoughts Any Occurrence Of Special Good Fortune, I Have Enjoyed Perfect Exhilaration. I Am Glad To The Brink Of Fear.

Every Man Alone Is Sincere. At The Entrance Of A Second Person, Hypocrisy Begins

Perpetual Modernism Is The Measure Of Merit In Every Work Of Art.