Love Manifests Itself In Our Bodies As

The Scarlet Of The Maples Can Shake Me Like A Cry Of Bugles Going By. And My Lonely Spirit Thrills To See The Frosty Asters Like A Smoke Upon The Hills.

Indifference May Not Wreck A Man's Life At Any One Turn, But It Will Destroy Him With A Kind Of Dry-rot In The Long Run.

Set Me A Task In Which I Can Put Something Of My Very Self, And It Is A Task No Longer; It Is Joy; It Is Art.

Lord Of The Far Horizons, Give Us The Eyes To See Over The Verge Of The Sundown The Beauty That Is To Be.

There Is Something In The Autumn That Is Native To My Blood- Touch Of Manner, Hint Of Mood; And My Heart Is Like A Rhyme, With The Yellow And The Purple And The Crimson Keeping Time.