All The Little Emptiness Of Love!

I Shall Desire And I Shall Find The Best Of My Desires; The Autumn Road, The Mellow Wind That Soothes The Darkening Shires. And Laughter, And Inn-fires.

Cities, Like Cats, Will Reveal Themselves At Night.

Breathless, We Flung Us On A Windy Hill, Laughed In The Sun, And Kissed The Lovely Grass.

Youth Is Stranger Than Fiction.

But Only Agony, And That Has Ending; And The Worst Friend And Enemy Is But Death.