Art Is Much, But Love Is More.

Two Human Loves Make One Divine.

His Ears Were Often The First Thing To Catch My Tears.

Sleep On, Baby, On The Floor, Tired Of All The Playing, Sleep With Smile The Sweeter For That You Dropped Away In! On Your Curls' Full Roundness Stand Golden Lights Serenely-- One Cheek, Pushed Out By The Hand, Folds The Dimple Inly.

The English Have A Scornful Insular Way Of Calling The French Light.

May The Good God Pardon All Good Men.