The Only Hope, Or Else Despair Lies

I Can Connect Nothing With Nothing

Between The Vision And The Act Lies The Shadow.

Love Is Most Nearly Itself When Here And Now Cease To Matter.

Because I Do Not Hope To Turn Again Because I Do Not Hope Because I Do Not Hope To Turn Desiring This Man's Gift And That Man's Scope I No Longer Strive To Strive Towards Such Things (why Should The Aged Eagle Stretch Its Wings?) Why Should I Mourn The Vanished Power Of The Usual Reign?

We Know Too Much, And Are Convinced Of Too Little. Our Literature Is A Substitute For Religion, And So Is Our Religion.