A Woman's Always Younger Than A Man

What Is Genius But The Power Of Expressing A New Individuality?

Pan Is Dead! Great Pan Is Dead! Pan, Pan Is Dead!

And I Smiled To Think God's Greatness Flowed Around Our Incompleteness; Round Our Restlessness, His Rest.

What We Call Life Is A Condition Of The Soul. And The Soul Must Improve In Happiness And Wisdom, Except By Its Own Fault. These Tears In Our Eyes, These Faintings Of The Flesh, Will Not Hinder Such Improvement.

Free Men Freely Work: Whoever Fears God, Fears To Sit At Ease.