Everything Mortal Has Moments Immortal

Fifteen Millions Of Soldiers With Popguns And Horses All Bent Upon Killing, Because Their "of Courses" Are Not Quite The Same.

Poetry, Far More Than Fiction, Reveals The Soul Of Humanity.

May Is Much Sunshine Through Small Leaves.

My! Ain't Men Blinder'n Moles?

All Books Are Either Dreams Or Swords, You Can Cut, Or You Can Drug, With Words.