Nothing Can Make Injustice Just But Mercy.

It Takes All Sorts Of In And Outdoor Schooling To Get Adapted To My Kind Of Fooling.

Oh, Give Us Pleasure In The Orch-ard White, Like Nothing Else By Day, Like Ghosts By Night.

As It Is More Blessed To Receive, So It Must Be More Blessed To Receive Than To Give Back.

It Is Absurd To Think That The Only Way To Tell If A Poem Is Lasting Is To Wait And See If It Lasts. The Right Reader Of A Good Poem Can Tell The Moment It Strikes Him That He Has Taken An Immortal Wound-that He Will Never Get Over It.

A Bird Half Wakened In The Lunar Noon Sang Halfway Through Its Little Inborn Tune.