The Primary Notion I Hold To Be

There Is Nothing Insignificant-nothing.

To Be Beloved Is All I Need, And Whom I Love, I Love Indeed.

A Noise Like Of A Hidden Brook In The Leafy Month Of June, That To The Sleeping Woods All Night Singeth A Quiet Tune.

Plagiarists Are Always Suspicious Of Being Stolen From, As Pickpockets Are Observed Commonly To Walk With Their Hands In Their Breeches' Pockets.

Often Do The Spirits Stride On Before The Event; And In Today Already Walks Tomorrow.