My Heart Is Turned To Stone; I

Our Very Eyes Are Sometimes, Like Our Judgments, Blind.

I Myself Am Best When Least In Company.

I Understand Thy Kisses, And Thou Mine, And That's A Feeling Disputation.

There Should Be Hours For Necessities, Not For Delights; Times To Repair Our Nature With Comforting Repose, And Not For Us To Waste These Times.

There Is Nothing So Confining As The Prisons Of Our Own Perceptions.