We All Feel Disabled In Some Way.

Pity And Friendship Seek Different Habitations.

The Tongue Is More Easily Controlled Than The Features Of The Face; And Though The Heart May Be Secret, The Face Is Transparent.

The Lands Are Lit With All The Autumn Blaze Of Golden-rod, And Everywhere The Purple Asters Nod And Bend And Wave And Flit.

I Think I'm A Weird Combination Of Deeply Introverted And Very Daring. I Can Feel Both Those Things Working.

We Can Live A Life Full And Complete, Thinking With Our Heads But Living From Our Hearts.