Far More Violence Has Been Done In

What Is This Talked-of Mystery Of Birth. But Being Mounted Bareback On The Earth?

A Civilized Society Is One Which Tolerates Eccentricity To The Point Of Doubtful Sanity.

Oh, Give Us Pleasure In The Flowers To-day; And Give Us Not To Think So Far Away As The Uncertain Harvest; Keep Us Here All Simply In The Springing Of The Year. Oh, Give Us Pleasure In The Orchard White, Like Nothing Else By Day, Like Ghosts By Night; And Make Us Happy In The Happy Bees, The Swarm Dilating Round The Perfect Trees.

Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round

The Rose Is A Rose, And Was Always A Rose. But The Theory Now Goes That The Apple's A Rose, And The Pear Is, And So's The Plum, I Suppose. The Dear Only Knows What Will Next Prove A Rose. You, Of Course, Are A Rose - But Were Always A Rose.