Happiness Is Nothing But Everyday Living Seen

Love, I Find, Is Like Singing.

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

We Must Learn To Be Honest With Ourselves, And Know Our Shortcomings. We Will Acquire Cohesion But We Will Pay Dearly For Being A Slow Pupil.

My Head Was Full Of Misty Fumes Of Doubt.

Silence Is All The Genius A Fool Has.