Fame Is A Bee It Has A

Unto A Broken Heart No Other One May Go Without The High Prerogative Itself Hath Suffered Too.

She Died--this Was The Way She Died; And When Her Breath Was Done, Took Up Her Simple Wardrobe And Started For The Sun. Her Little Figure At The Gate The Angels Must Have Spied, Since I Could Never Find Her Upon The Mortal Side.

I Know Nothing In The World That Has As Much Power As A Word. Sometimes I Write One, And I Look At It, Until It Begins To Shine.

Love Is Everything. And That's All We Know About It.

A Light Exists In Spring Not Present In The Year At Any Other Period When March Is Scarcely Here.