My Religion Of Life Is Always To

As We To The Brutes, Poets Are To Us.

She [comedy] It Is Who Proposes The Correcting Of Pretentiousness, Of Inflation, Of Dulness, And Of The Vestiges Of Rawness And Grossness To Be Found Among Us. She Is The Ultimate Civilizer, The Polisher, A Sweet Cook.

Possession Without Obligation To The Object Possessed Approaches Felicity.

Earth, The Mother Of All, Moves On Her Stedfast Way, Gathering, Flinging, Sowing. Mortals, We Live In Her Day, She In Her Children Is Growing.

Jealousy Is Love Bed Of Burning Snarl.