Solitude Is Very Sad, Too Much Company

She Danced A Jig, She Sung A Song That Took My Heart Away.

Now Autumn's Fire Burns Slowly Along The Woods And Day By Day The Dead Leaves Fall And Melt.

Writing Is Learning To Say Nothing, More Cleverly Every Day.

Solitude Is Very Sad, Too Much Company Twice As Bad.

I Believe In Success, And In Comfort No Less I Believe All The Rest Is But Patter.