Outside The Sky Is Light With Stars

The Ostrich Burying Its Head In The Sand Does At Any Rate Wish To Convey The Impression That Its Head Is The Most Important Part Of It.

But The More Poetry One Reads The More One Longs To Read!

The Whole World Shall Be Ours Because Of Our Love.

I Am A Recluse At Present & Do Nothing But Write & Read & Read & Write

How Hard It Is To Escape From Places. However Carefully One Goes They Hold You — You Leave Little Bits Of Yourself Fluttering On The Fences — Like Rags And Shreds Of Your Very Life.