And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.
It is not the insurrections of ignorance that are dangerous, but the revolts of the intelligence.
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.
Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us.
For men in earnest have no time to waste In patching fig-leaves for the naked truth.
Worshippers of light ancestral make the present light a crime.