Thou Large-brain'd Woman And Large-hearted Man.

Unless You Can Muse In A Crowd All Day On The Absent Face That Fixed You; Unless You Can Love, As The Angels May, With The Breadth Of Heaven Betwixt You; Unless You Can Dream That His Faith Is Fast, Through Behoving And Unbehoving; Unless You Can Die When The Dream Is Past ? Oh, Never Call It Loving!

A Great Man Leaves Clean Work Behind Him, And Requires No Sweeper Up Of The Chips.

Capacity For Joy Admits Temptation.

My Sun Sets To Raise Again.

God Himself Is The Best Poet, And The Real Is His Song.