Lovers Should Guard Their Strangeness. If They

To Fill The Hour──that Is Happiness.

The Solid, Solid Universe Is Pervious To Love; With Bandaged Eyes He Never Errs, Around, Below, Above. His Blinding Light He Flingeth White On God's And Satan's Brood, And Reconciles By Mystic Wiles The Evil And The Good.

We Know Truth When We See It, From Opinion, As We Know When We Are Awake That We Are Awake.

The Compensations Of Calamity Are Made Apparent To The Understanding Also, After Long Intervals Of Time.

In Every Man There Is Something Wherein I May Learn Of Him, And In That I Am His Pupil.