Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down...
All but Death, can be Adjusted—Dynasties repaired—Systems—settled in their Sockets—Citadels—dissolved—Wastes of Lives...
A lonely sail is flashing whiteAmdist the blue mist of the sea!…What does it seek in foreign lands?What did it leave ...
Take the world as it is!--there are good and bad in it, And good and bad will be from now to the end; And they, who...