Forever Is Made Up Of Nows.

One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted; One Need Not Be A House; The Brain Has Corridors Surpassing Material Place.

Will You Tell Me My Fault, Frankly As To Yourself, For I Had Rather Wince, Than Die. Men Do Not Call The Surgeon To Commend The Bone, But To Set It, Sir.

Banish Air From Air Divide Light If You Dare

Success Is Counted Sweetest / By Those Who Ne'er Succeed.

My Love For Those I Love -- Not Many -- Not Very Many, But Don't I Love Them So?