The Dark Is Light Enough.

Between Our Birth And Death We May Touch Understanding, As A Moth Brushes A Window With Its Wing

It Is The Individual Man In His Individual Freedom Who Can Mature With His Warm Spirit The Unripe World.

The Lines Marking A Penalty Area Are A Disgrace To The Playing Fields Of A Public School.

We Must Each Find Our Separate Meaning In The Persuasion Of Our Days Until We Meet In The Meaning Of The World.

I Know Your Cause Is Lost, But In The Heart / Of All Right Causes Is A Cause That Cannot Lose.