The poetical language of an age should be the current language heightened.

Any day, any minute we bless God for our being or for anything, for food, for sunlight, we do and are what we were meant for, madefor--things that give and mean to give God glory.

The Best ideal is the true and other truth is none. All glory be ascribed to the holy Three in One.

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

It is a happy thing that there is no royal road to poetry. The world should know by this time that one cannot reach Parnassus except by flying thither.

What I do is me, for that I came.

Birds buildbut not I build; no, but strain, Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes. Mine,O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.