In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade and he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down...
“All the tales of miracles, with which the Old and New Testament are filled, are fit only for impostors to preach and fools to...
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth...