Mount And Begone. The World Awaits You.

Why Break The Heart That Never Beat From Love?

Noon, Ripe As Thunder And Silent As Thought, Had Fled Unfingered.

[peake's Books] Are Actual Additions To Life; They Give, Like Certain Rare Dreams, Sensations We Never Had Before, And Enlarge Our Conception Of The Range Of Possible Experience.

For What Use Are Books To Anyone Whose Days Are Like A Rook's Nest With Every Twig A Duty.

The Sun Sank With A Sob And Darkness Waded In From All Horizons So That The Sky Contracted And There Was No More Light Left In The World, When, At This Very Moment Of Annihilation, The Moon, As Though She Had Been Waiting For Her Cue, Sailed Up The Night.