But To Gain A Perfect View, One

I Am Well Again, I Came To Life In The Cool Winds And Crystal Waters Of The Mountains.

Quench Love, And What Is Left Of A Man's Life But The Folding Of A Few Jointed Bones And Square Inches Of Flesh? Who Would Call That Life?

No Right Way Is Easy In This Rough World. We Must Risk Our Lives To Save Them.

Who Publishes The Sheet-music Of The Winds Or The Music Of Water Written In River-lines?

I Only Went Out For A Walk And Finally Concluded To Stay Out Till Sundown, For Going Out, I Found, Was Really Going In.