After All, The Supreme Virtue In All

It Is Cremated Youth. It Is All Yours--no One Gave It To You.

In Little Towns, Lives Roll Along So Close To One Another; Loves And Hates Beat About, Their Wings Almost Touching.

I Suppose There Were Moonless Nights And Dark Ones With But A Silver Shaving And Pale Stars In The Sky, But I Remember Them All As Flooded With The Rich Indolence Of A Full Moon.

There Are Some Things You Learn Best In Calm, And Some In Storm.

Religion Is Different From Everything Else; Because In Religion Seeking Is Finding.