All Great Things Are Done For Their

For I Thought Epicurus And Lucretius By Nature Meant The Whole Goddam Machinery.

Take Care To Sell Your Horse Before He Dies. The Art Of Life Is Passing Losses On.

The Trees That Have It In Their Pent-up Buds To Darken Nature And Be Summer Woods.

Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know. His House Is In The Village Though; He Will Not See Me Stopping Here To Watch His Woods Fill Up With Snow.

What An Exciting Age It Is We Live In With All This Talk About The Hope Of Youth And Nothing Made Of Youth.