Mirth Is The Mail Of Anguish --

If Your Nerve, Deny You - Go Above Your Nerve

Look Back On Time With Kindly Eyes, He Doubtless Did His Best; How Softly Sinks His Trembling Sun In Human Nature's West!

This Is My Letter To The World That Never Wrote To Me

Dare You See A Soul At The White Heat?

I Like A Look Of Agony, Because I Know It's True - Men Do Not Sham Convulsion, Nor Simulate, A Throe