Utopias Are Often Just Premature

We Are Earth's Children, And Life Is The Same In Sap As In Blood; All That The Earth, Our Mother, Feels And Expresses To The Eye By Her Form And Aspect, In Melancholy Or In Splendor, Finds An Echo Within Us.

There Is A Name Hidden In The Shadow Of My Soul, Where I Read It Night And Day And No Other Eye Sees It.

Poetry Is The Morning Dream Of Great Minds.

Good Manners Require Space And Time.

Argument Should Be Polite As Well As Logical.