There Is No Insurmountable Solitude.

For Now I Ask No More Than The Justice Of Eating.

The Hardest Way Of Learning Is That Of Easy Reading.

Oh Each Successive Night That Comes Has Something In It Of An Abandoned Ember That Is Slowly Burning Out, And It Falls Swathed In Ruins, Surrounded By Funereal Objects.

What Does Autumn Go On Paying For With So Much Yellow Money?

I Love You As Certain Dark Things Are To Be Loved, In Secret, Between The Shadow And The Soul.