After the feet of beauty fly my own.

We think-although of course, now, we very seldom Clearly think- That the other side of War is Peace.

I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll.

Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.

Time can make soft that iron wood.

All my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.

Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour falls from the sky a meteoric shower of facts; They lie unquestioned, uncombined. Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill is daily spun, But there exists no loom to weave it into fabric.