All Are / Naked, None

The Deepest Feeling Always Shows Itself In Silence.

Everything I Have Written Is The Result Of Reading Or Of Interest In People.

We Are What We Were At Birth, And Each Trait Has Remained In Conformity With Earth's And With Heaven's Logic: Be The Devil's Tool, Resort To Black Magic, None Can Diverge From The Ends Which Heaven Foreordained.

... We Do Not Admire What We Cannot Understand.

Concurring Hands Divide Flax For Damask That When Bleached By Irish Weather Has The Silvered Chamois-leather Water-tightness Of A Skin.