Nature's First Green Is Gold.

I Own I Never Really Warmed To The Reformer Or Reformed. And Yet Conversion Has Its Place Not Halfway Down The Scale Of Grace.

I Have Been One Acquainted With The Night. I Have Walked Out In Rain - And Back In Rain. I Have Outwalked The Furthest City Light. I Have Looked Down The Saddest City Lane. I Have Passed By The Watchman On His Beat And Dropped My Eyes, Unwilling To Explain.

Nature's Never Quite Sure She Hasn't Erred In Her Vague Design.

The Only Certain Freedom's In Departure.

Time And Tide Wait For No Man, But Time Always Stands Still For A Woman Of 30.