Enough Small Empty Boxes Thrown Into A

What Else Have I Done Nearly All My Life Than Go Hungry And Go On Singing?

In Democracy Both A Deep Reverence And A Sense Of The Comic Are Requisite.

The Peace Of Great Books Be For You, Stains Of Pressed Clover Leaves On Pages, Bleach Of The Light Of Years Held In Leather.

My Name Is Truth And I Am The Most Elusive Captive In The Universe.

It Is The Business Of Little Minds To Shrink.