Life Must Be Kept Up At A

You Can Be A Rank Insider As Well As A Rank Outsider.

The Sweet Of Bitter Bark And Burning Clove.

My Sorrow, When She's Here With Me, Thinks These Dark Days Of Autumn Rain Are Beautiful As Days Can Be; She Loves The Bare, The Withered Tree; She Walks The Sodden Pasture Lane.

I Have Been One Acquainted With The Night. I Have Walked Out In Rain - And Back In Rain. I Have Outwalked The Furthest City Light. I Have Looked Down The Saddest City Lane. I Have Passed By The Watchman On His Beat And Dropped My Eyes, Unwilling To Explain.

The Beauty Of Enmity Is Insecurity; The Beauty Of Friendship Is In Security.