Who Can Prove Wit To Be Witty

Delicious Autumn! My Very Soul Is Wedded To It.

Truth Has Rough Flavours If We Bite It Through.

The Tread Of Coming Footsteps Cheats The Midnight Watcher Who Holds Her Heart And Waits To Hear Them Pause, And Hears Them Never Pause, But Pass And Die.

Much Of Our Waking Experience Is But A Dream In The Daylight.

It's But Little Good You'll Do A-watering The Last Year's Crops