All Clean And Comfortable I Sit Down

Failure Is, In A Sense, The Highway To Success.

Then Felt I Like Some Watcher Of The Skies When A New Planet Swims Into His Ken.

A Hope Beyond The Shadow Of A Dream.

O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell, Let It Not Be Among The Jumbled Heap Of Murky Buildings

That Which Is Creative Must Create Itself.