A Man's True Wealth Is The Good

The Highest Virtue Here May Be Least In Another World.

Poetry Is A Deal Of Joy And Pain And Wonder, With A Dash Of The Dictionary.

He Alone Is Great Who Turns The Voice Of The Wind Into A Song Made Sweeter By His Own Loving.

The Mute Grain Turns To Love Songs When Swallowed By The Nightingale.

Let Ignorance Reproduce Itself Until It Is Weary Of Its Own Offspring.