A Liberal Is A Man Too Broadminded

Nature Is Always Hinting At Us. It Hints Over And Over Again. And Suddenly We Take The Hint.

And Were An Epitaph To Be My Story I'd Have A Short One Ready For My Own. I Would Have Written Of Me On My Stone: I Had A Lover's Quarrel With The World.

There Are Tones Of Voices That Mean More Than Words.

An Idea Comes As Near To Something For Nothing As You Can Get.

Something There Is That Doesn't Love A Wall, And Wants It Down.