God Is The Perfect Poet.

There Is Nothing So Unpardonable As To Consent To A Senseless, Aimless, Purposeless Life.

Are There Not, Dear Michael, Two Points In The Adventure Of The Diver,- One, When A Beggar He Prepares To Plunge; One, When A Prince He Rises With His Pearl? Festus, I Plunge.

The Great Mind Knows The Power Of Gentleness.

Needs There Groan A World In Anguish Just To Teach Us Sympathy?

On The Earth The Broken Arcs; In The Heaven A Perfect Round.