Liberty Is A Slow Fruit.

Englands Genius Filled All Measureof Heart And Soul, Of Strength And Pleasure,gave To The Mind Its Emperor,and Life Was Larger Than Before:nor Sequent Centuries Could Hitorbit And Sum Of Shakespeares Wit. The Men Who Lived With Him Becamepoets, For The Air Was Fame.

This Time, Like All Times, Is A Very Good One, If We But Know What To Do With It.

No Love Can Be Bound By Oath Or Covenant To Secure It Against A Higher Love.

We Live Amid Surfaces, And The True Art Of Life Is To Skate Well On Them

A Poem, A Sentence, Causes Us To See Ourselves. I Be, And I See My Being, At The Same Time.