Selfish— A Judgment Readily Passed

Mysterious Haunts Of Echoes Old And Far, The Voice Divine Of Human Loyalty.

Love Is Frightened At The Intervals Of Insensibility And Callousness That Encroach By Little And Little On The Domain Of Grief, And It Makes Efforts To Recall The Keenness Of The First Anguish.

Self-consciousness Of The Manner Is The Expensive Substitute For Simplicity.

All Things Journey: Sun And Moon, Morning, Noon, And Afternoon, Night And All Her Stars; 'twixt The East And Western Bars Round They Journey, Come And Go! We Go With Them!

I Love Words; They Are The Quoits, The Bows, The Staves That Furnish The Gymnasium Of The Mind.