Each Bird Must Sing With His Own

An Unromantic Poem I Mean To Make, Of One Who Only Lives For Duty's Sake.

To Live Is To War With Trolls In Heart And Woul. To Write Is To Sit In Judgement On Oneself.

The Great Task Of Our Time Is To Blow Up All Existing Institutions To Destroy.

I Have Other Duties Equally Sacred ... Duties To Myself.

In Great Memories There Lies The Seed Of Growth.