I Wonder What Adam And

One Must Be As Clear As One's Natural Reticence Allows One To Be.

The Prey Of Fear, He, Always Curtailed, Extinguished, Thwarted By The Dusk, Work Partly Done, Says To The Alternating Blaze, "again The Sun! Anew Each Day; And New And New And New, That Comes Into And Steadies My Soul."

Assign Yogi Berra To Cape Canaveral; He Could Handle Any Missile.

The Mind Is An Enchanting Thing Is An Enchanted Thing, Like The Glaze On A Katydid-wing Subdivided By Sun Till The Nettings Are Legion.

Poetry Is A Peerless Proficiency Of The Imagination.