Still More Labyrinthine Buds The Rose.

All Poetry Is Difficult To Read - The Sense Of It Anyhow.

Most Progress Is Most Failure.

Truth Never Hurts The Teller.

That Low Man Seeks A Little Thing To Do, Sees It And Does It: This High Man, With A Great Thing To Pursue, Dies Ere He Knows It. That Low Man Goes On Adding One To One, His Hundred's Soon Hit: This High Man, Aiming At A Million, Misses An Unit. That, Has The World Here-should He Need The Next, Let The World Mind Him! This, Throws Himself On God, And Unperplext Seeking Shall Find Him.

I Do What Many Dream Of, All Their Lives