For Poems Are Not, As People Think,

I Am So Glad You Are Here. It Helps Me Realize How Beautiful My World Is.

We Are Not Permitted To Linger, Even With What Is Most Intimate.

There Are Quite A Number Of People In The Reading-room; But One Is Not Aware Of Them. They Are Inside The Books. They Move, Sometimes, Within The Pages Like Sleepers Turning Over Between Two Dreams. Ah, How Good It Is To Be Among People Who Are Reading.

All Professions Are... Filled With Demands.

I Hold This To Be The Highest Task For A Bond Between Two People: That Each Protects The Solitude Of The Other.