True Goodness Is An Inward Grace, Not

I Liked Human Beings, But I Did Not Love Human Nature.

Grandpa Says We've Got Everything To Make Us Happy But Happiness.

Insolent Youth Rides, Now, In The Whirlwind. For Those Modern Iconoclasts Who Are Without Culture Possess, Apparently, All The Courage.

It Seems To Me That This Is The True Test For Poetry: - That It Should Go Beneath Experience, As Prose Can Never Do, And Awaken An Apprehension Of Things We Have Never, And Can Never, Know In The Actuality.

Borrowed Illusions Are Better Than None.