Each Violet Peeps From Its Dwelling To

Music Played At Weddings Always Reminds Me Of The Music Played For Soldiers Before They Go Into Battle.

The Violets Prattle And Titter, And Gaze On The Stars High Above.

Great Genius Takes Shape By Contact With Another Great Genius, But Less By Assimilation Than By Friction.

I Do Not Murmur, Even If My Heart Break.

Where Books Are Burnt, Men Finish Up Being Burnt Too.