What Am I, Life? A Thing Of

Off Cape Horn There Are But Two Kinds Of Weather, Neither One Of Them A Pleasant Kind.

On The Long Dusty Ribbon Of The Long City Street, The Pageant Of Life Is Passing Me On Multitudinous Feet, With A Word Here Of The Hills, And A Song There Of The Sea And-the Great Movement Changes-the Pageant Passes Me.

O Lovely Lily Clean, O Lily Springing Green, O Lily Bursting White, Dear Lily Of Delight, Spring In My Heart Agen That I May Flower To Men.

Life, A Beauty Chased By Tragic Laughter.

The Three Foundations Of Judgement: Bold Design, Constant Practice, And Frequent Mistakes.