Self-love For Ever Creeps Out, Like A

Sleep Hath Its Own World, And The Wide Realm Of Wild Reality.

[armenian] Is A Rich Language, However, And Would Amply Repay Any One The Trouble Of Learning It.

Think Not I Am What I Appear.

You Don't Love A Woman Because She Is Beautiful, But She Is Beautiful Because You Love Her. Never Underestimate The Power Of Love. The Way To Love Anything Is To Realize It May Be Lost. The Heart Has Its Reasons That Reason Does Not Know At All. Music Is Love In Search Of A Word. There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods; There Is A Rapture On The Lonely Shore; There Is Society, Where None Intrudes, By The Deep Sea, And Music In Its Roar.

I Am Surrounded Here By Parsons And Methodists, But As You Will See, Not Infested With The Mania.