All Poetry Is Putting The Infinite Within

Ambition Is Not What Man Does... But What Man Would Do.

To Me At Least Was Never Evening Yet, But Seemed Far Beautifuller Than Its Day.

Truth Never Hurt The Teller.

Twere Too Absurd To Slight For The Hereafter The Todays Delight!

If You Can Sit At Set Of Sun And Count The Deeds That You Have Done And Counting Find Oneself-denying Act, One Word That Eased The Heart Of Him That Heard. One Glance Most Kind, Which Fell Like Sunshine Where He Went, Then You May Count That Day Well Spent.