Modern Poets Mix Too Much

[nature's] Crown Is Love. Only Through Love Can We Come Near Her. She Puts Gulfs Between All Things, And All Things Strive To Be Interfused. She Isolates Everything, That She May Draw Everything Together. With A Few Draughts From The Cup Of Love She Repays For A Life Full Of Trouble.

I Have Come To The Frightening Conclusion That I Am The Decisive Element. It Is My Personal Approach That Creates The Climate.

How Marvelous, Wide And Broad Is My Inheritance! Time Is My Property, My Estate Is Time.

If Any Man Wish To Write In A Clear Style, Let Him Be First Clear In His Thoughts; And If Any Would Write In A Noble Style, Let Him First Possess A Noble Soul.

That Which Thy Fathers Have Bequeathed To Thee, Earn It Anew If Thou Wouldst Possess It.