Reality Is Always The Foe Of Famous

Books Can Warm The Heart With Friendly Words And Counsel, Entering Into A Close Relationship With Us Which Is Articulate And Alive

And I Live On, But In Grief And Self-contempt, Left Here Without The Light I Loved So Much, In A Great Tempest And With Shrouds Unkempt.

Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue Dwell Together.

Love Is The Crowning Grace Of Humanity.

I Desire That Death Find Me Ready And Writing, Or If It Please Christ, Praying And Intears.