I Think What We Call

Melodies Die Out, Like The Pipe Of Pan, With The Ears That Love Them And Listen For Them.

Uncomfortable Thoughts Must Be Got Rid Of By Good Intentions For The Future.

It Is The Way With Half The Truth Amidst Which We Live, That It Only Haunts Us And Makes Dull Pulsations That Are Never Born Into Sound.

It Was One Of Those Dangerous Moments When Speech Is At Once Sincere And Deceptive - When Feeling, Rising High Above Its Average Depth, Leaves Flood-marks Which Are Never Reached Again.

It Is A Very Good Quality In A Man To Have A Trout-stream.