One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night.

That day she put our heads together, Fate had her imagination about her, Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather.

If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes Will keep my talk from getting overwise, I'm not the one for putting off the proof. Let it be overwhelming, off a …

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

We should live our lives as though Christ were coming this afternoon.

We should therefore, with grace and optimism, embrace NOMA's tough-minded demand: Acknowledge the personal character of these human struggles about morals and …

The great fault of all ethics hitherto has been that they believed themselves to have to deal only with the relations of man to man. In reality, however, the q…