“The groves were God's first temples.”

“The groves were God's first temples.”

“Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.”

“Eloquence is the poetry of prose.”

“Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place.”

“Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully.”

“A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.”

“And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.”

“The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.”

“Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?”

“Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.”

“The groves were God's first temples.”