The Shivering Birds Beneath The Eaves Have

We Are Like Trees. We Wear All Colors Naturally.

If A Man Is Not Faithful To His Own Individuality, He Cannot Be Loyal To Anything.

It's When You Are Down That You Learn About Your Faults.

I Have Forgotten Much, But Still Remember The Poinsiana's Red, Blood-red In Warm December.

If We Must Die, O Let Us Nobly Die.