I like a look of Agony, because I know it's true -- men do not sham Co >>
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid -- as easy th >>
A word is dead when it is said. Some say. I say it just, begins to liv >>
How far is far, how high is high? We'll never know until we try. >>
The becoming of man is the history of the exhaustion of his possibilit >>
No matter how good you get, there's always something further out there >>
We never know how high we are till we are called to rise; and then, if we are true to plan, our stature's touch the skies.