A Man Can Bear A

A Bottomless Pit Of Violence, A Tower Of Babel Where All Are Speakers And No Hearers.

Stirling, Like A Huge Brooch, Clasps Highlands And Lowlands Together.

A Thought May Be Very Commendable As A Thought, But I Value It Chiefly As A Window Through Which I Can Obtain Insight On The Thinker.

How Beautiful The Yesterday That Stood Over Me Like A Rainbow! I Am Alone, The Past Is Past. I See The Future Stretch All Dark And Barren As A Rainy Sea.

To Be Occasionally Quoted Is The Only Fame I Care For.