Censors Are Necessary, Increasingly Necessary,

If The World Were Not So Full Of People, And Most Of Them Did Not Have To Work So Hard, There Would Be More Time For Them To Get Out And Lie On The Grass, And There Would Be More Grass For Them To Lie On.

A Little While With Grief And Laughter, And Then The Day Will Close; The Shadows Gather ... What Comes After No Man Knows.

This Is Another Day! Are Its Eyes Blurred With Maudlin Grief For Any Wasted Past? A Thousand Thousand Failures Shall Not Daunt! Let Dust Clasp Dust, Death, Death; I Am Alive!

Poetry Is What Milton Saw When He Went Blind.

Of Middle Age The Best That Can Be Said Is That A Middle Aged Person Has Likely Learned How To Have A Little Fun In Spite Of His Troubles.