Whatever Limits Us We Call

The Finest Poems Of The World Have Been Expedients To Get Bread.

The God Who Made New Hampshire Taunted The Lofty Land With Little Men.

Let Us Stun And Astonish The Intruding Rabble Of Men And Books And Institutions By A Simple Declaration Of The Divine Fact. Bid The Invaders Take The Shoes From Off Their Feet, For God Is Here Within.

We Do Not Yet Trust The Unknown Power Of Thoughts.

A Sect Or Party Is An Elegant Incognito Devised To Save A Man From The Vexation Of Thinking.