Man, While He Loves, Is Never Quite

How Sickness Enlarges The Dimension Of A Man’s Self To Himself!

There Are Like To Be Short Graces Where The Devil Plays Host.

The Only True Time Which A Man Can Properly Call His Own, Is That Which He Has All To Himself; The Rest, Though In Some Sense He May Be Said To Live It, Is Other People's Time, Not His.

All, All Are Gone, The Old Familiar Faces.

Time Partially Reconciles Us To Anything. I Gradually Became Content--doggedly Contented, As Wild Animals In Cages.