One Smile Relieves A Heart That Grieves.

What We Now Call "finance" Is, I Hold, An Intellectual Perversion Of What Began As Warm Human Love.

So When I'm Killed, Don't Wait For Me, Walking The Dim Corridor; In Heaven Or Hell, Don't Wait For Me, Or You Must Wait For Evermore. You'll Find Me Buried, Living-dead In These Verses That You've Read.

Take Your Delight In Momentariness, Walk Between Dark And Dark A Shining Space With The Grave 's Narrowness, Though Not Its Peace.

We Forget Cruelty And Past Betrayal, Heedless Of Where The Next Bright Bolt May Fall.

Entrance And Exit Wounds Are Silvered Clean, The Track Aches Only When The Rain Reminds. The One-legged Man Forgets His Leg Of Wood, The One-armed Man His Jointed Wooden Arm. The Blinded Man Sees With His Ears And Hands As Much Or More Than Once With Both His Eyes.