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Lo! Now The Direful Monster, Whose Skin Clings To His Strong Bones, Strides O'er The Groaning Rocks: He Withers All In Silence, And His Hand Unclothes The Earth, And Freezes Up Frail Life.

Such, Such Were The Joys When We All, Girls And Boys, In Our Youth Time Were Seen On The Echoing Green.

Every Man Who Is Not An Artist Is A Traitor To His Own Nature.

We Are Not Meant To Resolve All Contradictions But To Live With Them And Rise Above Them.

If A Thing Loves, It Is Infinite.