A Cold In The Head In June

I Have Really Done So Few Bad Things That They Have To Keep Harping On The Old Ones [.]

The Woods Are Never Solitary — They Are Full Of Whispering, Beckoning, Friendly Life. But The Sea Is A Mighty Soul, Forever Moaning Of Some Great, Unshareable Sorrow, Which Shuts It Up Into Itself For All Eternity. We Can Never Pierce Its Infinite Mystery — We May Only Wander, Awed And Spellbound, On The Outer Fringe Of It. The Woods Call To Us With A Hundred Voices, But The Sea Has One Only — A Mighty Voice.

There Is No Such Thing As Freedom On Earth," He Said. "only Different Kinds Of Bondages. And Comparative Bondages. You Think You Are Free Now Because You've Escaped From A Peculiarly Unbreakable Kind Of Bondage. But Are You? You Love Me - That's A Bondage.

But If You Call Me Anne, Please Call Me Anne With An 'e'.

I Must Get Out All My Ambitions And Dust Them.