You Have Freedom When You're Easy In

What Is This Talked-of Mystery Of Birth. But Being Mounted Bareback On The Earth?

Nothing Gold Can Stay.

Like A Piece Of Ice On A Hot Stove The Poem Must Ride On Its Own Melting. . . . Read It A Hundred Times; It Will Forever Keep Its Freshness As A Metal Keeps Its Fragrance. It Can Never Lose Its Sense Of A Meaning That Once Unfolded By Surprise As It Went.

Nature Is Always Hinting At Us. It Hints Over And Over Again. And Suddenly We Take The Hint.

Belief Is Better Than Anything Else, And It Is Best When Rapt - Above Paying Its Respects To Anybody's Doubt Whatsoever.