In Every American There Is An Air

Give Me A Land Of Boughs In Leaf A Land Of Trees That Stand; Where Trees Are Fallen There Is Grief; I Love No Leafless Land.

I Am Not A Pessimist But A Pejorist (as George Eliot Said She Was Not An Optimist But A Meliorist); And That Philosophy Is Founded On My Observation Of The World, Not On Anything So Trivial And Irrelevant As Personal History.

The House Of Delusions Is Cheap To Build But Drafty To Live In.

Tomorrow, More's The Pity, Away We Both Must Hie, To Air The Ditty And To Earth I.

Shoulder The Sky, My Lad, And Drink Your Ale.