Space Ails Us Moderns: We Are Sick

I Am One Who Has Been Acquainted With The Night

When I See Birches Bend To Left And Right... I Like To Think Some Boy's Been Swinging Them.

There Never Was Any Heart Truly Great And Generous, That Was Not Also Tender And Compassionate.

The Chance Is The Remotest, Of Its Going Much Longer Unnoticed, That I'm Not Keeping Pace With The Headlong Human Race

I Would Not Come In. I Meant Not Even If Asked, And I Hadn't Been.