I Hate People But I Love Gatherings.

Please Don't Think Me Negligent Or Rude. I Am Both, In Effect, Of Course, But Please Don't Think Me Either.

I Am Not Resigned To The Shutting Away Of Loving Hearts In The Hard Ground.

Euclid Alone Has Looked On Beauty Bare. Fortunate They Who, Though Once Only And Then But Far Away, Have Heard Her Massive Sandal Set On Stone.

Here's A Song Was Never Sung: Growing Old Is Dying Young.

And Reaching Up My Hand To Try, I Screamed To Feel It Touch The Sky.