The Moon For All Her

The Sweet Of Bitter Bark And Burning Clove.

A Civilized Society Is One Which Tolerates Eccentricity To The Point Of Doubtful Sanity.

No Tears In The Writer, No Tears In The Reader. No Surprise In The Writer, No Surprise In The Reader.

I Have Wished A Bird Would Fly Away, And Not Sing By My House All Day; Have Clapped My Hands At Him From The Door When It Seemed As If I Could Bear No More. The Fault Must Partly Have Been In Me. The Bird Was Not To Blame For His Key. And Of Course There Must Be Something Wrong In Wanting To Silence Any Song.

For Hard It Is To Keep From Being King When It's In You And In The Situation.