Edwin Arlington Robinson

The world is a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell "God" with the wrong blocks.

The stillness of October gold_x000D_ _x000D_ Went out like beauty from a face.

Pity is like a knife, sometimes, and it may pierce one who employs it more shrewdly than the victim it would save.

And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.