...sunlight Is (life And Day Are)only Loaned:whereas

The Moon Rattles Like A Fragment Of Angry Candy

All Nothing's Only Our Hugest Home; The Most Who Die, The More We Live

For Whenever Men Are Right They Are Not Young

There Are Certain Things In Which One Is Unable To Believe For The Simple Reason That He Never Ceases To Feel Them. Things Of This Sort - Things Which Are Always Inside Of Us And In Fact Are Us And Which Consequently Will Not Be Pushed Off Or Away Where We Can Begin Thinking About Them - Are No Longer Things; They, And The Us Which They Are, Equals A Verb; An Is.

Because You Aren't Afraid To Kiss The Dirt (and Consequently Dare To Climb The Sky)