It Is Impossible To Say Just What

In The Room The Women Come And Go Talking Of Michelangelo.

Yeats Was The Greatest Poet Of Our Times . . . Certainly The Greatest In This Language, And So Far As I Am Able To Judge, In Any Language.

The Communication Of The Dead Is Tongued With Fire Beyond The Language Of The Living.

The Lot Of Man Is Ceaseless Labor, Or Ceaseless Idleness, Which Is Still Harder.

There Will Be Time, There Will Be Time To Prepare A Face To Meet The Faces That You Meet.