Memory Is A Strange Bell—jubilee, And Knell.

Life Is So Rotatory That The Wilderness Falls To Each, Sometime.

Mine Enemy Is Growing Old -- I Have At Last Revenge -- The Palate Of The Hate Departs -- If Any Would Avenge Let Him Be Quick -- The Viand Flits -- It Is A Faded Meat -- Anger As Soon As Fed Is Dead -- 'tis Starving Makes It Fat

God Gave A Loaf To Every Bird, But Just A Crumb To Me.

You Don't Have To Be A House To Be Haunted.

Elysium Is As Far As To The Very Nearest Room, If In That Room A Friend Await Felicity Of Doom.