The Gentle Wind, A Sweet And Passionate

My Book And Heart Shall Never Part.

The Strength Of Criticism Lies In The Weakness Of The Thing Criticized.

No Literature Is Complete Until The Language It Was Written In Is Dead.

The Setting Of A Great Hope Is Like The Setting Of The Sun. The Brightness Of Our Life Is Gone. Shadows Of Evening Fall Around Us, And The World Seems But A Dim Reflection - Itself A Broader Shadow. We Look Forward Into The Coming Lonely Night. The Soul Withdraws Into Itself. Then Stars Arise, And The Night Is Holy.

Learn To Labour And To Wait.