A Single Soul Is Richer Than All

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

How Beautiful The Yesterday That Stood Over Me Like A Rainbow! I Am Alone, The Past Is Past. I See The Future Stretch All Dark And Barren As A Rainy Sea.

There Is No Ghost So Difficult To Lay As The Ghost Of An Injury.

The Dead Keep Their Secrets, And In A While We Shall Be As Wise As They - And As Taciturn.

Thoughts Must Come Naturally, Like Wild-flowers; They Cannot Be Forced In A Hot-bed, Even Although Aided By The Leaf-mould Of Your Past.