You Cannot Put A Fire

A Great Hope Fell You Heard No Noise The Ruin Was Within.

Publication - Is The Auction Of The Mind.

Pain - Has An Element Of Blank It Cannot Recollect When It Begun - Or If There Were A Time When It Was Not - It Has No Future - But Itself - Its Infinite Contain Its Past - Enlightened To Perceive New Periods - Of Pain.

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense, To A Discerning Eye.

November Always Seemed To Me The Norway Of The Year.