The Happy Should Not Insist Too Much

I Will Be A Man Among Men; And No Longer A Dreamer Among Shadows.

Balder The Beautiful Is Dead, Is Dead!

Death Is The Chillness That Precedes The Dawn; We Shudder For A Moment, Then Awake In The Broad Sunshine Of The Other Life.

The Country Is Not Priest-ridded, But Press-ridden.

The Secret Studies Of An Author Are The Sunken Piers Upon Which Is To Rest The Bridge Of His Fame, Spanning The Dark Waters Of Oblivion. They Are Out Of Sight, But Without Them No Superstructure Can Stand Secure.