How Many Of Our Daydreams Would Darken

If We Shake Hands With Icy Fingers, It Is Because We Have Burnt Them So Horribly Before.

People Before The Public Live An Imagined Life In The Thought Of Others, And Flourish Or Feel Faint As Their Self Outside Themselves Grows Bright Or Dwindles In That Mirror.

People Say That Life Is The Thing, But I Prefer Reading.

A Friend Who Loved Perfection Would Be The Perfect Friend, Did Not That Love Shut His Door On Me.

Thank Heavens, The Sun Has Gone In And I Don’t Have To Go Out And Enjoy It.