I Alone Of English Writers Have Consciously

A Civilized Society Is One Which Tolerates Eccentricity To The Point Of Doubtful Sanity.

Man That Is Of Woman Born Is Apt To Be As Vain Has His Mother.

The Tree The Tempest With A Crash Of Wood Throws Down In Front Of Us Is Not To Bar Our Passage To Our Journey's End For Good, But Just To Ask Us Who We Think We Are.

Two Such As You With Such A Master Speed Cannot Be Parted Nor Be Swept Away

But What Would Interest You About The Brook, It's Always Cold In Summer, Warm In Winter.