Loyal? As Loyal As Anyone Who Plays

Men Travel Faster Now, But I Do Not Know If They Go To Better Things.

I Suppose There Were Moonless Nights And Dark Ones With But A Silver Shaving And Pale Stars In The Sky, But I Remember Them All As Flooded With The Rich Indolence Of A Full Moon.

The Miracles Of The Church Seem To Me To Rest Not So Much Upon Faces Or Voices Or Healing Power Coming Suddenly Near To Us From Afar Off, But Upon Our Perceptions Being Made Finer, So That For A Moment Our Eyes Can See And Our Ears Can Hear What Is There About Us Always.

Old Men Are Like That, You Know. It Makes Them Feel Important To Think They Are In Love With Somebody.

No One Can Build His Security Upon The Nobleness Of Another Person.