Hope Lies To Mortals And Most Believe

Hope Lies To Mortals And Most Believe Her, But Man's Deceiver Was Never Mine.

Experience Has Taught Me, When I Am Shaving Of A Morning, To Keep Watch Over My Thoughts, Because, If A Line Of Poetry Strays Into My Memory, My Skin Bristles So That The Razor Ceases To Act.

If A Man Will Comprehend The Richness And Variety Of The Universe, And Inspire His Mind With A Due Measure Of Wonder And Awe, He Must Contemplate The Human Intellect Not Only On Its Heights Of Genius But In Its Abysses Of Ineptitude.

I, A Stranger And Afraid, In A World I Never Made.

Loveliest Of Trees, The Cherry Now Is Hung With Bloom Along The Bough.