It Is The End Of Art To

A Cunning Man Overreaches No One Half As Much As Himself.

It Will Not Do To Be Saints At Meeting And Sinners Everywhere Else.

As Ships Meet At Sea A Moment Together, When Words Of Greeting Must Be Spoken, And Then Away Upon The Deep, So Men Meet In This World; And I Think We Should Cross No Man's Path Without Hailing Him, And If He Needs Giving Him Supplies.

The Worst Thing In This World, Next To Anarchy, Is Government.

When Our Children Die, We Drop Them Into The Unknown, Shuddering With Fear. We Know That They Go Out From Us, And We Stand, And Pity, And Wonder.