If He Were Insane, However, His Was

When You Are Inquisitive, Jane, You Always Make Me Smile. You Open Your Eyes Like An Eager Bird, And Make Every Now And Then A Restless Movement, As If Answers In Speech Did Not Flow Fast Enough For You, And You Wanted To Read The Tablet Of One's Heart.

I Would Always Rather Be Happy Than Dignified.

That To Begin With; Let Respect Be The Foundation, Affection The First Floor, Love The Superstructure.

Is There Not A Terrible Hollowness, Mockery, Want, Craving, In That Existence Which Is Given Away To Others, For Want Of Something Of Your Own To Bestow It On?

Oh! That Gentleness! How Far More Potent Is It Than Force!