Longing Alone Is Singer To The Lute.

When I Can Make Of Ten Small Words A Rope To Hang The World! "i Had You And I Have You Now No More.

For The Body At Best Is A Bundle Of Aches, Longing For Rest; It Cries When It Wakes.

Not Truth, But Faith It Is That Keeps The World Alive.

Although We Sometimes Did Without A Few Of Life's Necessities, We Rarely Lacked For Its Luxuries.

A Person Who Publishes A Book Appears Willfully In Public Eye With His Pants Down.