Mirth Is The Mail Of Anguish --

I Had A Terror-since September -i Could Tell To None-and So I Sing, As The Boy Does By The Burying Ground-because I Am Afraid.

Love Is Like Life-merely Longer.

Renunciation-is A Piercing Virtue-the Letting Go A Presence-for An Expectation-.

To Be Alive Is Power; Existence In Itself; Without A Further Function; Omnipotence.

I Fear A Man Of Frugal Speech - I Fear A Silent Man - Haranguer - I Can Overtake - Or Babbler - Entertain - But He Who Weigheth - While The Rest - Expend Their Furthest Pound - Of This Man - I Am Wary - I Fear That He Is Grand -