Do You Hear The Children Singing?

No Matter What We Are, And What We Sing, Time Finds A Withered Leaf In Every Laurel

To Some Will Come A Time When Change Itself Is Beauty, If Not Heaven.

I Mean You Last As Long As Lies.

I Wonder More And More Just Where I May Have Come Out If I Had Never Seen Harvard Square.

The World Is A Kind Of Spiritual Kindergarten Where Millions Of Bewildered Infants Are Trying To Spell "god" With The Wrong Blocks.