We Never Know What's In Us Till

Poetry Is Talking On Tiptoe.

Possession Without Obligation To The Object Possessed Approaches Felicity.

Kissing Don't Last: Cookery Do!

George Eliot Has The Heart Of Sappho; But The Face, With The Long Proboscis, The Protruding Teeth Of The Apocalyptic Horse, Betrayed Animality.

Behold The Life At Ease; It Drifts, The Sharpened Life Commands Its Course.