O, Wind, If Winter Comes, Can Spring

Is It Not Odd That The Only Generous Person I Ever Knew, Who Had Money To Be Generous With, Should Be A Stockbroker.

Thou Shoreless Flood, Which In Thy Ebb And Flow Claspest The Limits Of Mortality.

Love's Pestilence, And Her Slow Dogs Of War.

Till The Future Dares Forget The Past, His Fate And Fame Shall Be An Echo And A Light Unto Eternity!

Man Who Man Would Be, Must Rule The Empire Of Himself.