To Have Greatly Dreamed Precludes

Many Make The Household But Only One The Home.

Our Seasons Have No Fixed Returns, Without Our Will They Come And Go; At Noon Our Sudden Summer Burns, Ere Sunset All Is Snow.

Communism Means Barbarism.

Keats Longed For Fame, But Longed Above All To Deserve It.

No Mud Can Soil Us But The Mud We Throw.