I Think I Am Quite Wicked With

There Is A Great Deal Of Unmapped Country Within Us.

Delicious Autumn! My Very Soul Is Wedded To It, And If I Were A Bird I Would Fly About The Earth Seeking The Successive Autumns.

I Not Only Want To Be Loved, I Want To Be Told That I'm Loved.

But The Effect Of Her Being On Those Around Her Was Incalculably Diffusive: For The Growing Good Of The World Is Partly Dependent On Unhistoric Acts; And That Things Are Not So Ill With You And Me As They Might Have Been, Is Half Owing To The Number Who Lived Faithfully A Hidden Life, And Rest In Unvisited Tombs.

It Is A Narrow Mind Which Cannot Look At A Subject From Various Points Of View.