It Is At Night That Faith In

How Obvious It Is Now--the Gift You Gave Him. All Those Letters, They Were You... All Those Beautiful Powerful Words, They Were You!.. The Voice From The Shadows, That Was You... You Always Loved Me!" Roxanne

Where Lurk Sweet Echoes Of The Dear Homevoices, Each Note Of Which Calls Like A Little Sister, Those Airs Slow, Slow Ascending, As The Smokewreaths Rise From The Hearthstones Of Our Native Hamlets Cyrano Act 5.

A Pessimist Is A Man Who Tells The Truth Prematurely.

My Soul, Be Satisfied With Flowers, With Fruit, With Weeds Even; But Gather Them In The One Garden You May Call Your Own.

Take It, And Turn To Facts My Fantasies.