Money Is The Necessity That Frees Us

In Headaches And In Worry Vaguely Life Leaks Away, And Time Will Have His Fancy To-morrow Or Today.

Happy The Hare At Morning, For She Cannot Read The Hunter's Waking Thoughts.

Alone, Alone, About The Dreadful Wood / Of Conscious Evil Runs A Lost Mankind, / Dreading To Find Its Father.

Long Ago The Accusations Had Begun, And Suddenly Knew By Whom It Had Been Judged

The Class Distinctions Proper To A Democratic Society Are Not Those Of Rank Or Money, Still Less, As Is Apt To Happen When These Are Abandoned, Of Race, But Of Age.