I Wonder," He Said, "whether The Stars

True, It Is Evil That A Single Man Should Crush The Herd, But See Not There The Worse Form Of Slavery, Which Is When The Herd Crushes Out The Man.

Love, Like A Carefully Loaded Ship, Crosses The Gulf Between The Generations.

An Administration, Like A Machine, Does Not Create. It Carries On.

If You Tame Me, It Would Be As If The Sun Came To Shine On My Life.

The First Stars Tremble As If Shimmering In Green Water. Hours Must Pass Before Their Glimmer Hardens Into The Frozen Glitter Of Diamonds. I Shall Have A Long Wait Before I Witness The Soundless Frolic Of The Shooting Stars. In The Profound Darkness Of Certain Nights I Have Seen The Sky Streaked With So Many Trailing Sparks That It Seemed To Me A Great Gale Must Be Blowing Through The Outer Heavens.