For The Night Shows Stars And Women

And Dreams In Their Development Have Breath, And Tears, And Tortures, And The Touch Of Joy; They Have A Weight Upon Our Waking Thoughts, They Take A Weight From Off Our Waking Toils, They Do Divide Our Being.

The Best Prophet Of The Future Is The Past.

Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer For Other's Weal Avail'd On High, Mine Will Not All Be Lost In Air, But Waft Thy Name Beyond The Sky.

My Boat Is On The Shore, And My Bark Is On The Sea.

One Hates An Author That's All Author.