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Don't Be An Agnostic. Be Something.

I Could Define Poetry This Way: It Is That Which Is Lost Out Of Both Prose And Verse In Translation.

Nature's First Green Is Gold, Her Hardest Hue To Hold. Her Early Leaf's A Flower; But Only So An Hour. Then Leaf Subsides To Leaf. So Eden Sank To Grief, So Dawn Goes Down To Day. Nothing Gold Can Stay.

An Idea Comes As Near To Something For Nothing As You Can Get.

Anything More Than The Truth Would Have Seemed Too Weak.