What A Fool Cannot Learn He Laughs

Great Poets Discover Themselves. Little Poets Have To Be 'discovered' By Somebody Else.

Fame, Or Notoriety, Whichever That Special Noise May Be Called When The World Like A Hound 'gives Tongue' And Announces That The Quarry In Some Form Of Genius Is At Bay, Is Apt To Increase Its Clamor In Proportion To The Aloofness Of The Pursued Animal.

Flowers Are Like Visible Messages From God.

Hate Is A Grand, A Strong Quality! It Makes Nations, It Builds Up Creeds! If Men Loved One Another What Should They Need Of A Church?

Love Clamors Far More Incessantly And Passionately At A Closed Gate Than An Open One!