If God Made Poets For Anything, It

Not What We Give, But What We Share, For The Gift Without The Giver Is Bare.

Granting Our Wish Is One Of Fate's Saddest Jokes.

O Visionary World, Condition Strange, Where Naught Abiding Is But Only Change.

The Right Of Individual Property Is No Doubt The Very Corner-stone Of Civilization, As Hitherto Understood; But I Am A Little Impatient Of Being Told That Property Is Entitled To Exceptional Consideration Because It Bears All The Burdens Of The State. It Bears Those, Indeed, Which Can Be Most Easily Borne, But Poverty Pays With Its Person The Chief Expenses Of War, Pestilence, And Famine.

Not As All Other Women Are Is She That To My Soul Is Dear; Her Glorious Fancies Come From Far, Beneath The Silver Evening Star, And Yet Her Heart Is Ever Near.