A Color Stands Abroad On

People Need Hard Times And Oppression To Develop Psychic Muscles.

I Died For Beauty But Was Scarce Adjusted In The Tomb, When One Who Died For Truth Was Lain In An Adjoining Room. He Questioned Softly Why I Failed? "for Beauty," I Replied. "and I For Truth, The Two Are One; We Brethren Are," He Said. And So, As Kinsmen Met A Night, We Talked Between The Rooms, Until The Moss Had Reached Our Lips, And Covered Up Our Names.

My Love For Those I Love -- Not Many -- Not Very Many, But Don't I Love Them So?

Lest I Should Be Old-fashioned, I'll Put A Trinket On.

I Know Nothing In The World That Has As Much Power As A Word. Sometimes I Write One, And I Look At It, Until It Begins To Shine.