Facts Are Stubborn Things, But, As Some

…the Lake Of Shining Waters Was Blue — Blue — Blue; Not The Changeful Blue Of Spring, Nor The Pale Azure Of Summer, But A Clear, Steadfast, Serene Blue, As If The Water Were Past All Modes And Tenses Of Emotion And Had Settled Down To A Tranquillity Unbroken By Fickle Dreams.

I'm Just Tired Of Everything…even Of The Echoes. There Is Nothing In My Life But Echoes…echoes Of Lost Hopes And Dreams And Joys. They're Beautiful And Mocking.

But [sorrows] Won't Get The Better Of You If You Face 'em Together With Love And Trust. You Can Weather Any Storm With Them Two For Compass And Pilot.

I Love To Smell Flowers In The Dark," She Said. "you Get Hold Of Their Soul Then.

Nasturtiums, Who Colored You, You Wonderful, Glowing Things? You Must Have Been Fashioned Out Of Summer Sunsets.