The Saluki Is A Marvel Of Elegance.

Still, No Gardener Would Be A Gardener If He Did Not Live In Hope.

There Is Something Intrinsically Wrong About Letters. For One Thing They Are Not Instantaneous. ... Nor Is This The Only Trouble About Letters. They Do Not Arrive Often Enough. A Letter Which Has Been Passionately Awaited Should Be Immediately Supplemented By Another One, To Counteract The Feeling Of Flatness That Comes Upon Us When The Agonizing Delights Of Anticipation Have Been Replaced By The Colder Flood Of Fulfilment.

My Garden All Is Overblown With Roses,/ My Spirit All Is Overblown With Rhyme.

The Saluki Is A Marvel Of Elegance.

Things Were Not Tragic For Us Then, Because Although We Cared Passionately We Didn't Care Deeply.