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Life Goes On Forever Like The Gnawing Of A Mouse.

I Hate People But I Love Gatherings.

To What Purpose, April, Do You Return Again? Beauty Is Not Enough.

You Wrote Me A Beautiful Letter, I Wonder If You Meant It To Be As Beautiful As It Was. I Think You Did; For Somehow I Know That Your Feeling For Me, However Slight It Is, Is Of The Nature Of Love... When You Tell Me To Come, I Will Come, By The Next Train, Just As I Am. This Is Not Meekness, Be Assured; I Do Not Come Naturally By Meekness; Know That It Is A Proud Surrender To You.

Euclid Alone Has Looked On Beauty Bare.