She Poured A Little Social Sewage Into

Prepare, You Lovers, To Know Love A Thing Of Moods: Not Like Hard Life, Of Laws.

The Sun Is Coming Down To Earth, And The Fields And The Waters Shout To Him Golden Shouts.

Could I Find A Place To Be Alone With Heaven, I Would Speak My Heart Out Heaven Is My Need.

When I Was Quite A Boy I Had A Spasm Of Religion Which Lasted Six Weeks... But I Never Since Have Swallowed The Christian Fable.

Friendship, I Fancy, Means One Heart Between Two.