But A Book Is Only The Heart's

Beauty Crowds Me Till I Die. Beauty, Mercy Have On Me! Yet If I Expire To-day Let It Be In Sight Of Thee!

To Die Before One Fears To Die May Be A Boon.

Saying Nothing... Sometimes Says The Most.

I Am Nobody! Who Are You? Are You A Nobody, Too?

March Is The Month Of Expectation, The Things We Do Not Know, The Persons Of Prognostication Are Coming Now. We Try To Sham Becoming Firmness, But Pompous Joy Betrays Us, As His First Betrothal Betrays A Boy.