If A Man Is Not Faithful To

We Are Like Trees. We Wear All Colors Naturally.

Deep In The Secret Chambers Of My Heart I Muse My Life-long Hate, And Without Flinch I Bear It Nobly As I Live My Part.

And, Hungry For The Old, Familiar Ways, I Turned Aside And Bowed My Head And Wept.

Idealism Is Like A Castle In The Air If It Is Not Based On A Solid Foundation Of Social And Political Realism.

If We Must Die, Let It Not Be Like Hogs Hunted And Penned In An Inglorious Spot, If We Must Die, O Let Us Nobly Die.