Not If I Know Myself

Of All Sound Of All Bells... Most Solemn And Touching Is The Peal Which Rings Out The Old Year.

Presents, I Often Say, Endear Absents.

Let Us Live For The Beauty Of Our Own Reality.

If There Be A Regal Solitude, It Is A Sick-bed. How The Patient Lords It There!

I Have Something More To Do Than To Feel.