Let Cloud Shapes Swarm, / Let Chaos

Any Work Of Art Must First Of All Tell A Story.

Education Is Hanging Around Until You've Caught On.

Nor Is There Wanting In The Press Some Spirit To Stand Simply Forth, Heroic In It Nakedness, Against The Uttermost Of Earth. The Tale Of Earth's Unhonored Things Sounds Nobler There Than 'neath The Sun; And The Mind Whirls And The Heart Sings, And A Shout Greets The Daring One.

I'd Like To Get Away From Earth Awhile / And Then Come Back To It And Begin Over.

One Age Is Like Another For The Soul.