Still Stands Thine Ancient Sacrifice

Cities And Thrones And Powers Stand In Time's Eye, Almost As Long As Flowers, Which Daily Die

If You Can Force Your Heart And Nerve And Sinew To Serve Your Turn Long After They Are Gone, And So Hold On When There Is Nothing In You Except The Will Which Says To Them: 'hold On!'

I've Just Read That I Am Dead. Don't Forget To Delete Me From Your List Of Subscribers.

Yet There Be Certain Times In A Young Man’s Life, When, Through Great Sorrow Or Sin, All The Boy In Him Is Burnt And Seared Away So That He Passes At One Step To The More Sorrowful State Of Manhood

She Is Intensely Human, And Lives To Look Upon Life.