It Keeps Eternal Whisperings Around Desolate Shores

Blessed Is The Healthy Nature; It Is The Coherent, Sweetly Co-operative, Not Incoherent, Self-distracting, Self-destructive One!

Nothing Is Finer For The Purposes Of Great Productions Than A Very Gradual Ripening Of The Intellectual Powers.

Wine Is Only Sweet To Happy Men.

So Let Me Be Thy Choir, And Make A Moan Upon The Midnight Hours.

That Queen Of Secrecy, The Violet.