The Spirit Knows That Its Growth Is

I Must Play The Instrument I've Got.

Alternatives, And Particularly Desirable Alternatives, Grow Only On Imaginary Trees.

The Hour That Burst The Spirit's Sleep.

We Are Funny Creatures. We Don't See The Stars As They Are, So Why Do We Love Them? They Are Not Small Gold Objects, But Endless Fire.

It Wasn't That He Was Specially Ungenerous But That He Put Things Off To Give His Generosity A Longer And More Significant Route.