If You Are Ever At A Loss

I Entrench Myself In My Books Equally Against Sorrow And The Weather.

An Exquisite Invention This, Worthy Of Love's Most Honeyed Kiss,-- This Art Of Writing Billet-doux-- In Buds, And Odors, And Bright Hues! In Saying All One Feels And Thinks In Clever Daffodils And Pinks; In Puns Of Tulips; And In Phrases, Charming For Their Truth, Of Daisies.

Bread, Milk And Butter Are Of Venerable Antiquity. They Taste Of The Morning Of The World.

Whatever Evil Befalls Us, We Ought To Ask Ourselves... How We Can Turn It Into Good. So Shall We Take Occasion, From One Bitter Root, To Raise Perhaps Many Flowers.

Danger For Danger's Sake Is Senseless.