What Is This Word That Broke Through

Forget The Brother And Resume The Man.

I Guess Some People Never Change... Or, They Quickly Change And Then Quickly Change Back.

Two Diverse Gates There Are Of Bodiless Dreams, These Of Sawn Ivory, And Those Of Horn. Such Dreams As Issue Where The Ivory Gleams Fly Without Fate, And Turn Our Hopes To Scorn. But Dreams Which Issue Through The Burnished Horn, What Man Soe'er Beholds Them On His Bed, These Work With Virtue And Of Truth Are Born.

Young People Are Thoughtless As A Rule.

Is He Not Sacred, Even To The Gods, The Wandering Man Who Comes In Weariness?