Love Is Everything. And That's All We

I Measure Every Grief I Meet With Narrow, Probing Eyes - I Wonder If It Weighs Like Mine - Or Has An Easier Size.

A Light Exists In Spring Not Present In The Year At Any Other Period When March Is Scarcely Here.

Friends Are Nations In Themselves.

A Word That Breathes Distinctly Has Not The Power To Die

If I Feel Physically As If The Top Of My Head Were Taken Off, I Know That Is Poetry.