Their Woes Gone By, And Both To

The Roaring Of The Wind Is My Wife And The Stars Through The Window Pane Are My Children. The Mighty Abstract Idea I Have Of Beauty In All Things Stifles The More Divided And Minute Domestic Happiness.

The Only Means Of Strengthening One's Intellect Is To Make Up One's Mind About Nothing, To Let The Mind Be A Thoroughfare For All Thoughts.

You Are Always New, The Last Of Your Kisses Was Ever The Sweetest.

Already With Thee! Tender Is The Night. . . But Here There Is No Light. . .

The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone!