Salt Is White And Pure - There

A Human Spirit May Find No Insufficiency Of Food Fit For It, Even In The Custom House.

I Do Detest All Offices - All, At Least, That Are Held On A Political Tenure.

She Poured Out The Liquid Music Of Her Voice To Quench The Thirst Of His Spirit.

Death Should Take Me While I Am In The Mood.

That Pit Of Blackness That Lies Beneath Us, Everywhere ... The Firmest Substance Of Human Happiness Is But A Thin Crust Spread Over It, With Just Reality Enough To Bear Up The Illusive Stage-scenery Amid Which We Tread. It Needs No Earthquake To Open The Chasm.