A Lion May Die Of An Ass's

Ambition Is Not What Man Does... But What Man Would Do.

Can We Love But On Condition That The Thing We Love Must Die?

How Sad And Bad And Mad It Was - But Then, How It Was Sweet

As If True Pride Were Not Also Humble!

Oh, Good Gigantic Smile O' The Brown Old Earth, This Autumn Morning! How He Sets His Bones To Bask I' The Sun, And Thrusts Out Knees And Feet. From The Ripple To Run Over In Its Mirth