Earth, The Mother Of All, Moves On

See Ye Not, Courtesy Is The True Alchemy, Turning To Gold All It Touches And Tries?

A Woman Who Is Not Quite A Fool Will Forgive Your Being But A Man, If You Are Surely That. . .

A Kiss Is But A Kiss Now! And No Wave Of A Great Flood That Whirls Me To The Sea. But, As You Will! We'll Sit Contentedly, And Eat Our Pot Of Honey On The Grave.

Observation Is The Most Enduring Of The Pleasures Of Life.

The Man Of Science Is Nothing If Not A Poet Gone Wrong.