I Always Cause Those Who Are Near

Where The Light Is, And Each Thing Clear,separate From All Others, Standing In Its Place,i Drink The Time And Touch Whatever's Near,and Hope For Day When The Whole World Has That Face:for What Assures Her Present Every Year?in Dark Accidents The Mind's Sufficient Grace.

Love Is The Most Difficult And Dangerous Form Of Courage. Courage Is The Most Desperate, Admirable And Noble Kind Of Love.

Love Is The Tact Of Every Good, The Only Warmth, The Only Peace.

How Could I Think The Brief Years Were Enough To Prove The Reality Of Endless Love?

I Admired My Father Very Much... At The Age Of Sixteen. But Now I See That He Was A Brutal And Cruel Man, - But Not Without Remorse, And That Was What Tortured Us, His Alternations.