Cruelty Is A Part Of Nature, At

They Import And They Consume Reality.

The Love Of Freedom Has Been The Quality Of Western Man.

I've Changed My Ways A Little, I Cannot Now Run With You In The Evenings Along The Shore, Except In A Kind Of Dream, And You, If You Dream A Moment, You See Me There.

Death's A Fierce Meadowlark: But To Die Having Made / Something More Equal To The Centuries / Than Muscle And Bone, Is Mostly To Shed Weakness.

The Cold Passion For Truth Hunts In No Pack.