Who Rises From Prayer A

Possession Without Obligation To The Object Possessed Approaches Felicity.

The Man Of Science Is Nothing If Not A Poet Gone Wrong.

And If I Drink Oblivion Of A Day, / So Shorten I The Stature Of My Soul.

Much Benevolence Of The Passive Order May Be Traced To A Disinclination To Inflict Pain Upon Oneself.

As We To The Brutes, Poets Are To Us.