A Letter Is A Joy Of Earth

A Word Is Dead When It Is Said, Some Say. I Say It Just Begins To Live That Day.

I Cannot Help Esteem The 'bird Within The Hand' Superior To The One The 'bush' May Yield Me Or May Not Too Late To Choose Again

To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave, But Gallanter, I Know, Who Charge Within The Bosom, The Cavalry Of Woe.

Publication - Is The Auction Of The Mind.

You Don't Have To Be A House To Be Haunted.