And Those Who Saw, It

Tis Sweet To Listen As The Night Winds Creep From Leaf To Leaf.

Friendship May, And Often Does, Grow Into Love, But Love Never Subsides Into Friendship.

Smiles Form The Channels Of A Future Tear.

Be Thou The Rainbow In The Storms Of Life. The Evening Beam That Smiles The Clouds Away, And Tints Tomorrow With Prophetic Ray.

If I Don't Write To Empty My Mind, I Go Mad. As To That Regular, Uninterrupted Love Of Writing. I Do Not Understand It. I Feel It As A Torture, Which I Must Get Rid Of, But Never As A Pleasure. On The Contrary, I Think Composition A Great Pain.