Between the finite and the infinite The missing link of Love has left a void. Supply the link, and earth with Heaven will join In one continued chain… - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

If fallacies come knocking at my door, I'd rather feed, and shelter full a score, Than hide behind the black portcullis, doubt, And run the risk of barring one Truth out. And if pretension for a time deceive, And prove me one too ready to believe, Far less my shame, than if by stubborn act, I brand as lie, some great colossal Fact.

HOWEVER skilled and strong art thou, my foe, However fierce is thy relentless hate
Though firm thy hand, and strong thy aim and straight Thy poisoned arrow leaves the bended bow,
To pierce the target of my heart, ah! know
I am the master yet of my own fate.
Thou canst not rob me of my best estate,
Though fortune, fame and friends, yea love shall go.

Not to the dust shall my true self be hurled;
Nor shall I meet thy worst assaults dismayed.
When all things in the balance are well weighed,
There is but one great danger in the world — Thou cast not force my soul to wish thee ill,
That is the only evil that can kill.

I'm no reformer; for I see more light Than darkness in the world; mine eyes are quick To catch the first dim radiance of the dawn, And slow to note the cloud that threatens storm.