Expectation Is Contentment - Gain Satiety.

I Dwell In Possiblities.

A Letter Is A Joy Of Earth - It Is Denied The Gods

I Work To Drive The Awe Away, Yet Awe Impels The Work.

The Lovely Flowers Embarrass Me. They Make Me Regret I Am Not A Bee.

Spring Is The Period Express From God. Among The Other Seasons Himself Abide, But During March And April None Stir Abroad Without A Cordial Interview With God.