The Supernatural Is Only The Natural Disclosed.

We Never Know We Go When We Are Going- We Jest And Shut The Door- Fate-following-behind Us Bolts It- And We Accost No More-.

Old Age Comes On Suddenly, And Not Gradually As Is Thought.

So Proud She Was To Die It Made Us All Ashamed That What We Cherished, So Unknown To Her Desire Seemed. So Satisfied To Go Where None Of Us Should Be, Immediately, That Anguish Stooped Almost To Jealousy.

That Love Is All There Is, Is All We Know Of Love.

It Sounded As If The Streets Were Running, And Then The Streets Stood Still.