Since when was genius found respectable?

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.

Get work, get work; Be sure 'tis better than what you work to get.

Whoso loves, believes in the impossible

What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.

If we tried To sink the past beneath our feet, be sure The future would not stand.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use