I Desired My Dust To Be Mingled

I Could I Trust Starve Like A Gentleman. It's Listed As Part Of The Poetic Training, You Know.

Come, Let Us Pity Those Who Are Better Off Than We Are. Come, My Friend, And Remember That The Rich Have Butlers And No Friends, And We Have Friends And No Butlers. (excerpt From 'the Garrett')

If A Nation's Literature Declines, The Nation Atrophies And Decays.

The Man Who Fears War And Squats Opposing My Words For Stour, Hath No Blood Of Crimson But Is Fit Only To Rot In Womanish Peace

What Matters Most Is Not The Idea, But The Capacity To Believe In It Completely.