Stand on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

Poetry should help, not only to refine the language of the time, but to prevent it from changing too rapidly.

A good deal of confusion could be avoided, if we refrained from setting before the group, what can be the aim only of the individual; and before society as a whole, what can be the aim only of the group.

Between the vision and the act lies the shadow.

Think not forever of yourselves, O Chiefs, nor of your own generation. Think of continuing generations of our families, think of our grandchildren and of those yet unborn, whose faces are coming from beneath the ground.

And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

Talent imitates, genius steals.