Well, My Paper Has Asked Me To

Wakings Are The Worst Times--almost Before My Eyes Are Open A Great Weight Seems To Roll On My Heart.

Extreme Happiness Invites Religion Almost As Much As Extreme Misery.

What Is It About The English Countryside — Why Is The Beauty So Much More Than Visual? Why Does It Touch One So?

People's Clothes Ought To Be Buried With Them.

The Tea Was A Comfort - And By That Time I More Than Needed Comfort.