I Must Do Something Or I Shall

Old Marley Was Dead As A Doornail... The Wisdom Of Our Ancestors Is In The Simile.

On The Motionless Branches Of Some Trees, Autumn Berries Hung Like Clusters Of Coral Beads, As In Those Fabled Orchards Where The Fruits Were Jewels . . .

To Conceal Anything From Those To Whom I Am Attached, Is Not In My Nature. I Can Never Close My Lips Where I Have Opened My Heart.

Why, Mrs. Piper Has A Good Deal To Say, Chiefly In Parentheses And Without Punctuation, But Not Much To Tell.

I Was A Blacksmith's Boy But Yesterday; I Am - What Shall I Say I Am Today?