How Strange That Nature Does Not Knock,

Till The First Friend Dies, We Think Our Ecstasy Impersonal, But Then Discover That He Was The Cup From Which We Drank It, Itself As Yet Unknown.

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

Just A Turn Of The Doorknob, And There Lies Freedom.

Speech Is One Symptom Of Affection; And Silence One; The Perfect Communication Is Heard Of None.

To Make A Prairie It Takes A Clover And One Bee, -