Forever Is Made Up Of Nows.

Portraits Are To Daily Faces As An Evening West To A Fine, Pedantic Sunshine In A Satin Vest.

Mirth Is The Mail Of Anguish --

You Cannot Put A Fire Out! A Thing That Can Ignite Can Go Itself- Without A Flame- E'en Through The Darkest Night!

The Steeples Swam In Amethyst, The News Like Squirrels Swam.

Not To Discover Weakness Is The Artifice Of Strength.