Yes, Child Of Suffering, Thou May'st Well

Every Event That A Man Would Master Must Be Mounted On The Run, And No Man Ever Caught The Reins Of A Thought Except As It Galloped Past Him.

Youth Longs And Manhood Strives, But Age Remembers.

We Call Those Poets Who Are First To Mark, Through Earth's Dull Mist The Coming Of The Dawn, Who See In Twilight's Gloom The First Pale Spark, While Others Only Note That Day Is Gone.

The Real Religion Of The World Comes From Women Much More Than From Men - From Mothers Most Of All, Who Carry The Key Of Our Souls In Their Bosoms.

I Think That, As Life Is Action And Passion, It Is Required Of A Man That He Should Share The Passion And Action Of His Time At Peril Of Being Judged Not To Have Lived.