The Man Who Pretends To

Lo! Now The Direful Monster, Whose Skin Clings To His Strong Bones, Strides O'er The Groaning Rocks: He Withers All In Silence, And His Hand Unclothes The Earth, And Freezes Up Frail Life.

Better To Shun The Bait Than Struggle In The Snare.

The Tree Which Moves Some To Tears Of Joy Is In The Eyes Of Others Only A Green Thing That Stands In The Way. Some See Nature All Ridicule And Deformity... And Some Scarce See Nature At All. But To The Eyes Of The Man Of Imagination, Nature Is Imagination Itself.

He Who Shall Teach The Child To Doubtthe Rotting Grave Shall Ne'er Get Out.

Wisdom Is Sold In A Desolate Marketplace Where None Can Come To Buy.