All service ranks the same with God: With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we; there is no last nor first

Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed, As God be thanked! I do not

Progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beasts': God is, they are, Man partly is and wholly hopes to be

God is the perfect poet, / Who in his person acts his own creations.

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.