If There Is Any Difficulty In What

My Heart Is Quite Calm Now. I Will Go Back.

Full Many A Flower Is Born To Blush Unseen.

Pity Is The Feeling Which Arrests The Mind In The Presence Of Whatesoever Is Grave And Constant In Human Sufferings And Unites It With The Human Sufferer.

All Fiction Is Autobiographical Fantasy.

I Desire To Press In My Arms The Loveliness Which Has Not Yet Come Into The World.