That Is Happiness; To Be Dissolved Into

Only Solitary Men Know The Full Joys Of Frienship. Others Have Their Family; But To A Solitary And An Exile, His Friends Are Everything.

If There Were No Girls Like Them In The World, There Would Be No Poetry

I Like Trees Because They Seem More Resigned To The Way They Have To Live Than Other Things Do.

In Little Towns, Lives Roll Along So Close To One Another; Loves And Hates Beat About, Their Wings Almost Touching.

Some Memories Are Realities, And Are Better Than Anything That Can Ever Happen To One Again.