Cards Are War, In Disguise

English Physicians Kill You, The French Let You Die.

It Is Good To Love The Unknown.

Not Childhood Alone, But The Young Man Till Thirty, Never Feels Practically That He Is Mortal.

When Twilight Dews Are Falling Soft Upon The Rosy Sea, Love, I Watch The Star Whose Beam So Oft Has Lighted Me To Thee, Love.

He Has Left Off Reading Altogether, To The Great Improvement Of His Originality.