Sound Loves To Revel In A Summer

Yes I Now Feel That It Was Then On That Evening Of Sweet Dreams- That The Very First Dawn Of Human Love Burst Upon The Icy Night Of My Spirit. Since That Period I Have Never Seen Nor Heard Your Name Without A Shiver Half Of Delight Half Of Anxiety.

The Plots Of God Are Perfect. The Universe Is A Plot Of God.

The True Genius Shudders At Incompleteness - And Usually Prefers Silence To Saying Something Which Is Not Everything It Should Be.

I Fell In Love With Melancholy

It Is The Nature Of Truth In General, As Of Some Ores In Particular, To Be Richest When Most Superficial.