I Have Seen Dawn And Sunset On

Life's Battle Is A Conquest For The Strong; The Meaning Shows In The Defeated Thing.

Death Opens Unknown Doors. It Is Most Grand To Die.

The Social States Of Human Kinds Are Made By Multitudes Of Minds, And After Multitudes Of Years A Little Human Growth Appears Worth Having, Even To The Soul Who Sees Most Plain It's Not The Whole.

Life, A Beauty Chased By Tragic Laughter.

From '41 To '51i Was My Folk's Contrary Son;i Bit My Father's Hand Right Throughand Broke My Mother's Heart In Two.