I Would Give Up The

We Shall Be Everything To Each Other. Nothing Else In The World Is Of Any Consequence.

So The Storm Passed And Every One Was Happy.

One Who Awakens Gradually Out Of A Dream, A Delicious, Grotesque, Impossible Dream, To Feel Again The Realities Pressing Into Her Soul

The Way To Become Rich Is To Make Money, Not To Save It.

There Was No Despondency When She Fell Asleep That Night; Nor Was There Hope When She Awoke In The Morning.