Communism Means Barbarism.

Poetry Is Something To Make Us Wiser And Better, By Continually Revealing Those Types Of Beauty And Truth, Which God Has Set In All Men's Souls.

In The Scale Of The Destinies, Brawn Will Never Weigh So Mach As Brain.

As Life Runs On, The Road Grows Strange With Faces New - And Near The End. The Milestones Into Headstones Change, Neath Every One A Friend.

The Thing We Long For, That We Are For One Transcendent Moment.

For Men In Earnest Have No Time To Waste In Patching Fig-leaves For The Naked Truth.