Any Nose May Ravage With Impunity A

If Thou Tastest A Crust Of Bread, Thou Tastest All The Stars And All The Heavens.

I Know A Mount, The Gracious Sun Perceives First When He Visits, Last, Too, When He Leaves The World; And, Vainly Favored, It Repays The Day-long Glory Of His Steadfast Gaze By No Change Of Its Large Calm Front Of Snow.

To Me At Least Was Never Evening Yet, But Seemed Far Beautifuller Than Its Day.

I Give The Fight Up: Let There Be An End, A Privacy, An Obscure Nook For Me. I Want To Be Forgotten Even By God.

Love, Hope, Fear, Faith - These Make Humanity; These Are Its Sign And Note And Character.