And, Hungry For The Old, Familiar Ways,

Human Dignity Is More Precious Than Prestige.

Deep In The Secret Chambers Of My Heart I Muse My Life-long Hate, And Without Flinch I Bear It Nobly As I Live My Part.

We Are Like Trees. We Wear All Colors Naturally.

If A Man Is Not Faithful To His Own Individuality, He Cannot Be Loyal To Anything.

Upon The Clothes Behind The Tenement, That Hang Like Ghosts Suspended From The Lines, Linking Each Flat, But To Each Indifferent, Incongruous And Strange The Moonlight Shines.