He Lives Most Life Whoever Breathes Most

So Mothers Have God's License To Be Missed.

And That Dismal Cry Rose Slowly And Sank Slowly Through The Air, Full Of Spirit's Melancholy And Eternity's Despair; And They Heard The Words It Said,- "pan Is Dead! Great Pan Is Dead! Pan, Pan Is Dead!"

Truth Outlives Pain, As The Soul Does Life.

Like To Write? Of Course, Of Course I Do. I Seem To Live While I Write - It Is Life, For Me.

The Man, Most Man, Works Best For Men: And, If Most Man Indeed, He Gets His Manhood Plainest From His Soul.