Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me

I Dare Not So Honor My Mere Wishes And Prayers As To Put Them For A Moment Beside Your Noble Acts; But This Know, I Would Rather Submit To The Worst Of Deaths, So Far As Pain Goes, Than Have A Single Dog Or Cat Tortured On The Pretence Of Sparing Me A Twinge Or Two.

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?

A Man In Armor Is His Armor's Slave.

Progress Is The Law Of Life: Man Is Not Man As Yet.

All Poetry Is Putting The Infinite Within The Finite.