Sad Patience, Too Near Neighbour To Despair.

The Bloom Is Gone, And With The Bloom Go I.

The Future Of Poetry Is Immense, Because In Poetry, Where It Is Worthy Of Its High Destinies, Our Race, As Time Goes On, Will Find An Ever Surer And Surer Stay ... More And More Mankind Will Discover That We Have To Turn To Poetry To Interpret Life For Us, To Console Us, To Sustain Us.

What Is It To Grow Old? Is It To Lose The Glory Of The Form, The Lustre Of The Eye? Is It For Beauty To Forego Her Wreath? Yes; But Not This Alone.

Eutrapelia . "a Happy And Gracious Flexibility," Pericles Calls This Quality Of The Athenians...lucidity Of Thought, Clearness And Propriety Of Language, Freedom From Prejudice And Freedom From Stiffness, Openness Of Mind, Amiability Of Manners.

And Amongst Us One, Who Most Has Suffer'd, Takes Dejectedly His Seat Upon The Intellectual Throne.