To Live Is To Be Slowly Born.

The Tree Is A Slow, Enduring Force Straining To Win The Sky.

And That Heart Which Was A Wild Garden Was Given To Him Who Only Loved Trim Lawns. And The Imbecile Carried The Princess Into Slavery.

The Strong Are Strengthened By Reverses; The Trouble Is That The True Meaning Of Events Scores Next To Nothing In The Match We Play With Men. Appearances Decide Our Gains Or Losses And The Points Are Trumpery. And A Mere Semblance Of Defeat May Hopelessly Checkmate Us.

I Am A Fox", The Fox Said.

And At Night I Love To Listen To The Stars. It Is Like Five Hundred Million Little Bells.