Have Nothing In Your House

And The Deeds That Ye Do Upon This Earth, It Is For Fellowship's Sake That Ye Do Them.

Simplicity Of Life, Even The Barest, Is Not A Misery, But The Very Foundation Of Refinement.

Whiles In The Early Winter Eve We Pass Amid The Gathering Night Some Homestead That We Had To Leave Years Past; And See Its Candles Bright Shine In The Room Beside The Door Where We Were Merry Years Agone But Now Must Never Enter More, As Still The Dark Road Drives Us On. E'en So The World Of Men May Turn At Even Of Some Hurried Day And See The Ancient Glimmer Burn Across The Waste That Hath No Way; Then With That Faint Light In Its Eyes A While I Bid It Linger Near And Nurse In Wavering Memories The Bitter-sweet Of Days That Were.

I Half Wish That I Had Not Been Born With A Sense Of Romance And Beauty In This Accursed Age.

Earth, Left Silent By The Wind Of Night,seems Shrunken 'neath The Gray Unmeasured Height.