From There We Came Outside And Saw

This Sorrow Weighs Upon The Melancholy Souls Of Those Who Lived Without Infamy Or Praise.

Often A Retrospect Delights The Mind.

As Little Flowers, Which The Chill Of Night Has Bent And Huddled, When The White Sun Strikes, Grow Straight And Open Fully On Their Stems, So Did I, Too, With My Exhausted Force.

The Secret Of Getting Things Done Is To Act!

Abandon Every Hope, You Who Enter.