He Had A Mind So Fine That

With Out Some Kind Of God, Man Is Not Very Intresting

He Had A Mind So Fine That No Idea Could Violate It

War Among Men Defiles This World.

We Must Learn To Suffer More.

And Indeed There Will Be Time For The Yellow Smoke That Slides Along The Street Rubbing Its Back Upon The Window-panes; There Will Be Time , There Will Be Time To Prepare A Face To Meet The Faces That You Meet; There Will Be Time To Murder And Create, And Time For All The Works And Days Of Hands That Lift And Drop A Question On Your Plate; Time For You And Time For Me, And Time Yet For A Hundred Indecisions, And For A Hundred Visions And Revisions, Before The Taking Of Toast And Tea.