Yes," I Said, "for The Love Of

...the Agony Of My Soul Found Vent In One Loud, Long And Final Scream Of Despair.

As A Poet And As A Mathematician, He Would Reason Well; As A Mere Mathematician, He Could Not Have Reasoned At All.

Over The Mountains Of The Moon, Down The Valley Of The Shadow, Ride, Boldly Ride," The Shade Replied,- "if You Seek For Eldorado.

To Elevate The Soul, Poetry Is Necessary.

Mysteries Force A Man To Think, And So Injure His Health.