Democracy Is The Best Chance For The

There's Nothing I'm Afraid Of Like Scared People.

That Day She Put Our Heads Together, Fate Had Her Imagination About Her, Your Head So Much Concerned With Outer, Mine With Inner, Weather.

Nature's Never Quite Sure She Hasn't Erred In Her Vague Design.

The Rain To The Wind Said, You Push And I'll Pelt.' They So Smote The Garden Bed That The Flowers Actually Knelt, And Lay Lodged--though Not Dead. I Know How The Flowers Felt.

Style Is Less The Man Than The Way A Man Takes Himself.