Anything More Than The Truth Would Have

The Reason Why Worry Kills More People Than Work Is That More People Worry Than Work.

Lovers, Forget Your Love And List To The Love Of These She A Window Flower And He A Winter Breeze.

I'd Like To Get Away From Earth Awhile / And Then Come Back To It And Begin Over.

Why Make So Much Of Fragmentary Blue In Here And There A Bird, Or Butterfly, Or Flower, Or Wearing-stone, Or Open Eye, When Heaven Presents In Sheets The Solid Hue?

... A Nation Has To Take Its Natural Course Of Progress Round And Round In Circles From King To Mob To King To Mob To King Until The Eddy Of It Eddies Out.