Cities, Like Cats, Will Reveal Themselves At

I Thought When Love For You Died, I Should Die. It's Dead. Alone, Most Strangely, I Live On.

.. . . Would I Were In Grantchester, In Grantchester!

A Book May Be Compared To Your Neighbor: If It Be Good, It Cannot Last Too Long; If Bad, You Cannot Get Rid Of It Too Early.

But There's Wisdom In Women, Of More Than They Have Known, And Thoughts Go Blowing Through Them, Are Wiser Than Their Own.

Infinite Hungers Leap No More I In The Chance Swaying Of Your Dress; And Love Has Changed To Kindliness.