Who Hears Music Feels His Solitude Peopled

A Minute Of Success Pays For Years Of Failure.

So Munch On, Crunch On, Take Your Nuncheon, Breakfast, Supper, Dinner, Luncheon!

Over My Head His Arm He Flung, Against The World.

Unless You Can Love, As The Angels May, With The Breadth Of Heaven Betwixt You; Unless You Can Dream That His Faith Is Fast, Through Behoving And Unbeloving; Unless You Can Die When The Dream Is Past- Oh, Never Call It Loving!

As If True Pride Were Not Also Humble!