After A Day Of Rain The Sun

I'm Not Going To Lie Down And Let Trouble Walk Over Me.

The Hardest Thing To Believe When You're Young Is That People Will Fight To Stay In A Rut, But Not To Get Out Of One.

She Must Face Her Grief Where The Struggle Is Always Hardest-in The Place Where Each Trivial Object Is Attended By Pleasant Memories.

It Seems To Me That This Is The True Test For Poetry: - That It Should Go Beneath Experience, As Prose Can Never Do, And Awaken An Apprehension Of Things We Have Never, And Can Never, Know In The Actuality.

You Look As If You Had Lived On Duty And It Hadn't Agreed With You.