Come, Let’s Be Calm: No One Incapable

Love, To Her, Was Something Hat Comes Suddenly, Like A Blinding Flash Of Lightening - A Heaven-sent Storm Hurled Into Life, Uprooting It, Sweeping Every Will Before It Like A Leaf, Engulfing All Feelings.

For Him The Universe Did Not Extend Beyond The Circumference Of Her Petticoat.

Prose Is Like Hair; It Shines With Combing.

I Have The Handicap Of Being Born With A Special Language To Which I Alone Have The Key.

The Principal Thing In The World Is To Keep The Soul Aloft.