Because Thou Must Not Dream, Thou Need

The "hairy Quadruped Furnished With A Tail And, Pointed Ears, Probably Arboreal In His Habits," This Good Fellow Carried Hidden In His Nature, Apparently, Something Destined To Develop Into A Necessity For Humane Letters.

The Kings Of Modern Thought Are Dumb.

Because Thou Must Not Dream, Thou Need Not Despair.

One Thing Only Has Been Lent To Youth And Age In Common--discontent.

Say, Has Some Wet Bird-haunted English Lawn Lent It The Music Of Its Trees At Dawn?