Who So Loves Believes The Impossible.

Two Human Loves Make One Divine.

I, Who Had Had My Heart Full For Hours, Took Advantage Of An Early Moment Of Solitude, To Cry In It Very Bitterly. Suddenly A Little Hairy Head Thrust Itself From Behind My Pillow Into My Face, Rubbing Its Ears And Nose Against Me In A Responsive Agitation, And Drying The Tears As They Came.

We Have Hearts Within, Warm, Live, Improvident, Indecent Hearts.

If I Leave All For Thee, Wilt Thou Exchange And Be All To Me?

But So Fair, She Takes The Breath Of Men Away Who Gaze Upon Her Unaware.