Every Noble Crown Is, And

There Is But One Temple In This Universe: The Body. We Speak To God Whenever We Lay Our Hands Upon It.

The End Of Man Is An Action, And Not A Thought, Though It Were The Noblest?

There Are Depths In Man That Go To The Lowest Hell, And Heights That Reach The Highest Heaven, For Are Not Both Heaven And Hell Made Out Of Him, Everlasting Miracle And Mystery That He Is.

It Is Part Of My Creed That The Only Poetry Is History, Could We Tell It Right.

To Believe Practically That The Poor And Luckless Are Here Only As A Nusiance To Be Abraded And Abated, And In Some Permissable Manner Made Away With, And Swept Out Of Sight, Is Not An Amiable Faith.