We are like trees. We wear all colors naturally.
It's when you are down that you learn about your faults.
If we must die, O let us nobly die.
I know the dark delight of being strange, The penalty of difference in the crowd, The loneliness of wisdom among fools.
Nations, like plants and human beings, grow. And if the development is thwarted they are dwarfed and overshadowed.
Upon the clothes behind the tenement, That hang like ghosts suspended from the lines, Linking each flat, but to each indifferent, Incongruous and strange the moonlight shines.