This Is My Letter To The World

A Little Madness In The Spring Is Wholesome Even For The King, But God Be With The Clown, Who Ponders This Tremendous Scene-- This Whole Experiment In Green, As If It Were His Own!

Not Knowing When The Dawn Will Come I Open Every Door.

His Cheek Is His Biographer- As Long As He Can Blush.

Beauty Is Not Caused. It Is.

The Abdication Of Belief Makes The Behavior Small- Better An Ignis Fatuus Than No Illume At All.