A Little Madness In The Spring Is

Unable Are The Loved To Die, For Love Is Immortality.

I Work To Drive The Awe Away, Yet Awe Impels The Work.

Remorse Is Cureless--the Disease Not Even God--can Heal-- For 'tis His Institution--and The Adequate Of Hell

Had We Less To Say To Those We Love, Perhaps We Should Say It Oftener.

Good Times Are Always Mutual; That Is What Makes Good Times.