the much-sought prize of eternal youth Is just arrested growth. - Edgar Lee Masters

"Rather a thousand times the county jail than to lie under this marble figure with wings and this granite pedestal bearing the words "pro patria." What do they mean anyway?"

In my Spanish cloak,
And old slouch hat,
And overshoes of felt,
And Tyke, my faithful dog,
And my knotted hickory cane,
I slipped about with a bull's-eye lantern
From door to door on the square

Thou wert wise to chisel for me:
«Taken from the evil to come».