Life Must Go On, Though Good Men

Life Isn't One Thing After Another, It's The Same Thing Over And Over.

A Person Who Publishes A Book Appears Willfully In Public Eye With His Pants Down.

And Her Voice Is A String Of Colored Beads, Or Steps Leading Into The Sea.

I Know What My Heart Is Like Since Your Love Died: It Is Like A Hollow Ledge Holding A Little Pool Left There By The Tide, A Little Tepid Pool, Drying Inward From The Edge.

The Fabric Of My Faithful Love No Power Shall Dim Or Ravel Whilst I Stay Here - But Oh, My Dear, If I Should Ever Travel!