Be Of Love A Little More Careful

If 180 Million People Want To Be Undead, That’s Their Funeral, But I Happen To Like Being Alive.

You Shall Above All Things Be Glad And Young.

The Voice Of Your Eyes Is Deeper Than All Roses

Peering From Some High Window; At The Gold Of November Sunset (and Feeling That If Day Has To Become Night This Is A Beautiful Way).

Guilt Is The Cause Of More Marauders Than History's Most Obscene Disauders