I've Always Felt That Your Belongings Have

Speech Is But Broken Light Upon The Depth Of The Unspoken.

These Gems Have Life In Them: Their Colors Speak, Say What Words Fail Of.

Genius ... Is Necessarily Intolerant Of Fetters.

It Must Be Sad To Outlive Aught We Love.

Of New Acquaintances One Can Never Be Sure Because One Likes Them One Day That It Will Be So The Next. Of Old Friends One Is Sure That It Will Be The Same Yesterday, Today, And Forever.