Love Is A Flame To Burn Out

Love Is A Flame To Burn Out Human Wills, Love Is A Flame To Set The Will On Fire, Love Is A Flame To Cheat Men Into Mire.

In This Life He Laughs Longest Who Laughs Last.

State Are Not Made, Nor Patched; They Grow; Grow Slow Through Centuries Of Pain, And Grow Correctly In The Main; But Only Grow By Certain Laws, Of Certain Bits In Certain Jaws.

It's A Warm Wind, The West Wind, Full Of Birds' Cries.

Heaven To Me's A Fair Blue Stretch Of Sky, Earth's Jest A Dusty Road.