How nature loves the incomplete. She knows If she drew a conclusion it would finish her.

How nature loves the incomplete. She knows If she drew a conclusion it would finish her.

How can a man learn navigation Where there's no rudder?

The lines marking a penalty area are a disgrace to the playing fields of a public school.

The skirts of the gods Drag in our mud. We feel the touch And take it to be a kiss.

It is the individual man in his individual freedom who can mature with his warm spirit the unripe world.

How can we be scrupulous In a life which, from birth onwards, is so determined To wring us dry of any serenity at all?