We Love Best Those Who

Houses Turn To Corpses Overnight When We Cease To Live And Love In Them.

I Can Elect Something I Love And Absorb Myself In It.

We Three Belong To The Middle Ages. We Have This Need Of Heroism, And There Is No Place For Such Feelings In Modern Life. That Is Our Tragedy. Once I Wanted To Be A Saint. It Seemed The Only Absolute Act Left To Do, For What Is Most Powerful In Me Is The Craving For Purity, Greatness.

To Love And To Labor Is The Sum Of Living.

I Sleep With My Feet On Moss Carpets, My Branches In The Cotton Of The Clouds.