Earth Gets Its Price For What Earth

Like Streams That Keep A Summer Mind Snow-hid In Jenooary.

No Man Can Produce Great Things Who Is Not Thoroughly Sincere In Dealing With Himself, Who Would Not Exchange The Finest Show For The Poorest Reality, Who Does Not So Love His Work That He Is Not Only Glad To Give Himself For It, But Finds Rather A Gain Than A Sacrifice In The Surrender.

Making One Object, In Outward Or Inward Nature, More Holy To A Single Heart Is Reward Enough For A Life; For The More Sympathies We Gain Or Awaken For What Is Beautiful, By So Much Deeper Will Be Our Sympathy For That Which Is Most Beautiful,--the Human Soul!

Truth Forever On The Scaffold, Wrong Forever On The Throne.

O Visionary World, Condition Strange, Where Naught Abiding Is But Only Change.