My Patience Has Dreadful Chilblains From Standing

The Charm, One Might Say The Genius, Of Memory Is That It Is Choosy, Chancy And Temperamental.

First Time He Kissed Me, He But Only Kissed The Fingers Of This Hand Wherewith I Write; And, Ever Since, It Grew More Clean And White.

Happy Are All Free Peoples, Too Strong To Be Dispossessed. But Blessed Are Those Among Nations Who Dare To Be Strong For The Rest!

Earth May Embitter, Not Remove, The Love Divinely Given; And E'en That Mortal Grief Shall Prove The Immortality Of Love, And Lead Us Nearer Heaven.

Utterance Is The Evidence Of Foregone Study.