Our Bones Ache Only While The Flesh

Love Becomes The Deposit Of The Heart, Analogous In All Degrees To The 'findings' In A Tomb. As In One Will Be Charted The Taken Place Of The Body, The Raiment, The Utensils Necessary To Its Other Life, So In The Heart Of The Lover Will Be Traced, As An Indelible Shadow, That Which He Loves.

And Must I, Perchance, Like Careful Writers, Guard Myself Against The Conclusions Of My Readers?

Life, The Permission To Know Death.

Why Is It That Whenever I Hear Music I Think I’m A Bride?

God, Children Know Something They Can't Tell; They Like Red Riding Hood And The Wolf In Bed!