Sunrise: Day's Great Progenitor.

I Do Not Know The Man So Bold He Dare In Lonely Place That Awful Stranger Consciousness Deliberately Face-.

A Wounded Deer Leaps The Highest.

I Do Not Like The Man Who Squanders Life For Fame; Give Me The Man Who Living Makes A Name.

I Dwell In Possiblities.

Life Is So Rotatory That The Wilderness Falls To Each, Sometime.