Deep Violets, You Liken To The Kindest

Whoever Lives True Life, Will Love True Love.

Do Ye Hear The Children Weeping, O My Brothers?

The Little Cares That Fretted Me, I Lost Them Yesterday Among The Fields Above The Sea, Among The Winds At Play.

I Heard An Angel Speak Last Night/and He Said, "write!"

We Get No Good By Being Ungenerous, Even To A Book, And Calculating Profits--so Much Help By So Much Reading. It Is Rather When We Gloriously Forget Ourselves, And Plunge Soul-forward, Headlong, Into A Book's Profound, Impassioned For Its Beauty, And Salt Of Truth-- 'tis Then We Get The Right Good From A Book.