Nothing Ever Becomes Real Till

We Have Woven A Web, You And I, Attached To This World But A Separate World Of Our Own Invention.

The Days Of Peace And Slumberous Calm Are Fled.

I Always Made An Awkward Bow.

There Is An Electric Fire In Human Nature Tending To Purify - So That Among These Human Creatures There Is Continually Some Birth Of New Heroism. The Pity Is That We Must Wonder At It, As We Should At Finding A Pearl In Rubbish.

To Stay Youthful, Stay Useful.