Evolution Is Like Walking On

You, Of Course, Are A Rose-- But Were Always A Rose.

Only Where Love And Need Are One, And The Work Is Play For Mortal Stakes Is The Deed Ever Truly Done For Heaven And The Future's Sakes

There Are Few Sorrows, However Poignant, In Which A Good Income Is Of No Avail.

Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood, And Sorry I Could Not Travel Both And Be One Traveler, Long I Stood And Looked Down One As Far As I Could To Where It Bent In The Undergrowth.

I Hate The Idea That You Ought To Read The Whole Of Anybody.