The Long Days Are No

Simplicity Is Natures First Step, And The Last Of Art.

Night Comes, World-jewelled, . . . The Stars Rush Forth In Myriads As To Wage War With The Lines Of Darkness; And The Moon, Pale Ghost Of Night, Comes Haunting The Cold Earth After The Sun's Red Sea-death--quietless.

Error Is Worse Than Ignorance.

The Death-bed Of A Day, How Beautiful!

Nature Means Necessity.