Where Are The Songs Of Spring? Aye,

I Never Was In Love - Yet The Voice And The Shape Of A Woman Has Haunted Me These Two Days.

Four Seasons Fill The Measure Of The Year; There Are Four Seasons In The Minds Of Men.

There Is An Electric Fire In Human Nature Tending To Purify - So That Among These Human Creatures There Is Continually Some Birth Of New Heroism. The Pity Is That We Must Wonder At It, As We Should At Finding A Pearl In Rubbish.

Fade Far Away, Dissolve, And Quite Forget.

Why Employ Intelligent And Highly Paid Ambassadors And Then Go And Do Their Work For Them? You Don't Buy A Canary And Sing Yourself.