Have Courage And A Little Willingness To

The People I Am Most Afraid Of Are Those Who Are The Most Afraid.

If The Day Ever Comes When They Know Who They Are, They May Know Better Where They Are.

A Bird Half Wakened In The Lunar Noon Sang Halfway Through Its Little Inborn Tune.

My Sorrow, When She's Here With Me, Thinks These Dark Days Of Autumn Rain Are Beautiful As Days Can Be; She Loves The Bare, The Withered Tree; She Walks The Sodden Pasture Lane.

For, Dear Me, Why Abandon A Belief, Merely Because It Ceases To Be True, Cling To It Long Enough, And Not A Doubt, It Will Turn True Again, For So It Goes.