Tools Have Their Own Integrity.

I Miss You Even More Than I Could Have Believed; And I Was Prepared To Miss You A Good Deal.

Tools Have Their Own Integrity.

For Bees Are Captious Folk / And Quick To Turn Against The Lubber's Touch.

Women, Like Men, Ought To Have Their Years So Glutted With Freedom That They Hate The Very Idea Of Freedom.

Things Were Not Tragic For Us Then, Because Although We Cared Passionately We Didn't Care Deeply.