Beauty Is Whatever Gives Joy.

The Heart Grows Weary After A Little Of What It Loved For A Little While.

Music My Rampart, And My Only One.

If Ever I Said In Grief Or Pride, I'd Tired Of Honest Things, I Lied.

When I Can Make Of Ten Small Words A Rope To Hang The World! "i Had You And I Have You Now No More.

Beauty In All Things-no, We Cannot Hope For That; But Some Place Set Apart For It.