His Ears Were Often The First Thing

Quick-loving Hearts ... May Quickly Loathe.

Foolishness And Criticism Are So Apt, Do So Naturally Go Together!

What I Do And What I Dream Include Thee, As The Wine Must Taste Of Its Own Grapes.

And I Must Bear What Is Ordained With Patience, Being Aware Necessity Doth Front The Universe With An Invincible Gesture.

In This Abundant Earth No Doubt Is Little Room For Things Worn Out: Disdain Them, Break Them, Throw Them By! And If Before The Days Grew Rough We Once Were Lov'd, Us'd -- Well Enough, I Think, We've Far'd, My Heart And I.