So When At Times The Mob Is

Courage Is The Human Virtue That Counts Most-courage To Act On Limited Knowledge And Insufficient Evidence. That's All Any Of Us Have.

Poetry Is Play. I'd Even Rather Have You Think Of It As A Sport. For Instance, Like Football.

A Champion Of The Workingman Has Never Been Known To Die Of Overwork.

One Age Is Like Another For The Soul.

The Line-storm Clouds Fly Tattered And Swift, The Road Is Forlorn All Day, Where A Myriad Snowy Quartz Stones Lift, And The Hoof-prints Vanish Away. The Roadside Flowers, Too Wet For The Bee, Expend Their Bloom In Vain. Come Over The Hills And Far With Me, And Be My Love In The Rain.