My Little Cup Brims With

Knowing You Have Something Good To Read Before Bed Is Among The Most Pleasurable Of Sensations.

Literature And Butterflies Are The Two Sweetest Passions Known To Man.

She Was Like Marat Only With Nobody To Kill Her.

Let All Of Life Be An Unfettered Howl.

It Is Strange That The Tactile Sense, Which Is So Infinitely Less Precious To Men Than Sight, Becomes At Critical Moments Our Main, If Not Only, Handle To Reality.