The Air Is Full Of Farewells To

Whenever Nature Leaves A Hole In A Person's Mind, She Generally Plasters It Over With A Thick Coat Of Self-conceit.

O Beautiful, Awful Summer Day, What Hast Thou Given, What Taken Away?

It Is True, That It Is Not At All Necessary To Love Many Books, In Order To Love Them Much.

For Age Is Opportunity No Less Than Youth Itself, Though In Another Dress, And As The Evening Twilight Fades Away The Sky Is Filled With Stars, Invisible By Day.

The Secret Anniversaries Of The Heart.