It Is Better To Be The Hammer

Further In Summer Than The Birds Pathetic From The Grass A Minor Nation Celebrates Its Unobtrusive Mass. No Ordinance Be Seen So Gradual The Grace A Pensive Custom It Becomes Enlarging Loneliness. Antiquest Felt At Noon When August Burning Low Arise This Spectral Canticle Repose To Typify Remit As Yet No Grace No Furrow On The Glow Yet A Druidic Difference Enhances Nature Now.

How Much Can Come And Much Can Go, And Yet Abide The World!

Which Anguish Was The Utterest--then-- To Perish, Or To Live?

Unable Are The Loved To Die, For Love Is Immortality.

Love Is Everything. And That's All We Know About It.