Sooner strangle an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
Mercy, pity, and peace, Are the world's release.
Why stand we here trembling around, calling on God for help, and not ourselves, in whom God dwells?
One Power alone makes a Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision.
But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine.