The Moon For All Her Light And

For, Dear Me, Why Abandon A Belief, Merely Because It Ceases To Be True, Cling To It Long Enough, And Not A Doubt, It Will Turn True Again, For So It Goes.

Before Now Poetry Has Taken Notice Of Wars, And What Are Wars But Politics Transformed From Chronic To Acute And Bloody?

Man That Is Of Woman Born Is Apt To Be As Vain Has His Mother.

You Can't Trust God To Be Unmerciful. There You Have The Beginning Of All Wisdom.

Let Me Be The One To Do What Is Done.