Sad Patience, Too Near Neighbour To Despair.

Poetry Is Simply The Most Beautiful, Impressive, And Widely Effective Mode Of Saying Things.

Dreams Dawn And Fly: Friends Smile And Die, Like Spring Flowers. Our Vaunted Life Is One Long Funeral. Men Dig Graves, With Bitter Tears, For Their Dead Hopes; And All, Mazed With Doubts, And Sick With Fears, Count The Hours.

On The Breast Of That Huge Mississippi Of Falsehood Called History, A Foam-bell More Or Less Is No Consequence.

This Strange Disease Of Modern Life, With Its Sick Hurry, Its Divided Aims.

Sad Patience, Too Near Neighbour To Despair.