... In No Part Of The World

But What We Call Our Despair Is Often Only The Painful Eagerness Of Unfed Hope.

Delicious Autumn! My Very Soul Is Wedded To It.

Souls Live On In Perpetual Echoes.

A Prig Is A Fellow Who Is Always Making You A Present Of His Opinions.

All Things Journey: Sun And Moon, Morning, Noon, And Afternoon, Night And All Her Stars; 'twixt The East And Western Bars Round They Journey, Come And Go! We Go With Them!