So The Darkness Shall Be The Light,

Webster Was Much Possessed By Death And Saw The Skull Beneath The Skin.

The Very Existence Of Libraries Affords The Best Evidence That We May Yet Have Hope For The Future Of Man

And Would It Have Been Worth It, After All, Would It Have Been Worth While, After The Sunsets And The Dooryards And The Sprinkled Streets, After The Novels, After The Teacups, After The Skirts That Trail Along The Floor - And This, And So Much More? -

And Now You Live Dispersed On Ribbon Roads, And No Man Knows Or Cares Who Is His Neighbor Unless His Neighbor Makes Too Much Disturbance, But All Dash To And Fro In Motor Cars, Familiar With The Roads And Settled Nowhere.

A Crowd Flowed Over London Bridge, So Many, I Had Not Thought Death Had Undone So Many.