How Strange That Nature Does Not Knock,

Opinion Is A Flitting Thing But Truth Outlasts The Sun.

I Tasted Life.

Portraits Are To Daily Faces As An Evening West To A Fine, Pedantic Sunshine In A Satin Vest.

You Remember My Ideal Cat Has Always A Huge Rat In Its Mouth, Just Going Out Of Sight - Though Going Out Of Sight In Itself Has A Peculiar Pleasure.

I Would Like More Sisters, That The Taking Out Of One, Might Not Leave Such Stillness.