If The Day Ever Comes When They

When I See Birches Bend To Left And Right... I Like To Think Some Boy's Been Swinging Them.

Nor Is There Wanting In The Press Some Spirit To Stand Simply Forth, Heroic In It Nakedness, Against The Uttermost Of Earth. The Tale Of Earth's Unhonored Things Sounds Nobler There Than 'neath The Sun; And The Mind Whirls And The Heart Sings, And A Shout Greets The Daring One.

The Test Is Always How We Treat The Poor.

I Go To School The Youth To Learn The Future.

People Are Inexterminable - Like Flies And Bed-bugs. There Will Always Be Some That Survive In Cracks And Crevices - That's Us.