Don't You Love Nobody Better'n You Do

I Do Not Weep At The World I Am Too Busy Sharpening My Oyster Knife.

The Sun, The Hero Of Every Day, The Impersonal Old Man That Beams As Brightly On Death As On Birth, Came Up Every Morning.

People Can Be Slave-ships In Shoes.

The Present Was An Egg Laid By The Past That Had The Future Inside Its Shell.

I Know That Nothing Is Destructible; Things Merely Change Forms.