But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core.

Only the rich are lonesome.

The age is materialistic. Verse isn't. I must be with the age, so I am writing prose.

All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy.

We reduce the deity to vulgar fractions. We place our own little ambitions and label them ?divine messages?. With our short sight we affect to take a comprehensive view of eternity.

Washington is the city where the big men of little towns come to be disillusioned

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!