Sweet April's Tears, Dead On The Hem

If You Wish To Preserve Your Secret, Wrap It Up In Frankness.

I Would Rather Be Remembered By A Song Than By A Victory.

The Man Who In This World Can Keep The Whiteness Of His Soul Is Not Likely To Lose It In Any Other.

In My Garden I Spend My Days, In My Library I Spend My Nights. My Interests Are Divided Between My Geraniums And My Books. With The Flower I Am In The Present; With The Book I Am In The Past.

Sweet April's Tears, Dead On The Hem Of May.