Noon - Is The Hinge Of Day-.

Twin Loaves Of Bread Have Just Been Born Into The World Under My Auspices. Fine Children, The Image Of Their Mother. And Here, My Dear Friend, Is The Glory.

One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted.

Beauty Crowds Me Till I Die.

The Career Of Flowers Differs From Ours Only Inaudibleness.

A Bayonet's Contrition Is Nothing To The Dead.