Pain Has An Element Of Blank

Friends Are Nations In Themselves.

There Is No Frigate Like A Book

March Is The Month Of Expectation, The Things We Do Not Know, The Persons Of Prognostication Are Coming Now. We Try To Sham Becoming Firmness, But Pompous Joy Betrays Us, As His First Betrothal Betrays A Boy.

Superiority To Fate Is Difficult To Gain 'tis Not Conferred Of Any But Possible To Earn.

... And Then I Heard Them Lift A Box, And Creak Across My Soul With Those Same Boots Of Lead, Again, Then Space Began To Toll.