Conscious Writing Can Be The Death Of

When You Take My Time, You Take Something I Had Meant To Use.

Men Are Monopolists Of "stars, Garters, Buttons And Other Shining Baubles"- Unfit To Be The Guardians Of Another Person's Happiness.

The Power Of The Visible Is The Invisible.

The Heart That Gives, Gathers.

The Prey Of Fear, He, Always Curtailed, Extinguished, Thwarted By The Dusk, Work Partly Done, Says To The Alternating Blaze, "again The Sun! Anew Each Day; And New And New And New, That Comes Into And Steadies My Soul."