With Stammering Lips And Insufficient Sound I

The Exchange Of Sympathy For Gratitude Is The Most Princely Thing!

Like To Write? Of Course, Of Course I Do. I Seem To Live While I Write - It Is Life, For Me.

Think, In Mounting Higher, The Angels Would Press On Us, And Aspire To Drop Some Golden Orb Of Perfect Song Into Our Deep, Dear Silence.

Two Human Loves Make One Divine.

Measure Not The Work Until The Day's Out And The Labor Done.