Sara Could Commit Adultery At One End

I Had Come At Last And My Heart Was Beating Again Strongly To A Heart That Could Not Know Despair Because It Forgot Itself In The Duty Of Its Love.

A World In Everlasting Conflict Between The New Idea And The Old Allegiances, New Arts And New Inventions Against The Old Establishment.

A Foul-mouthed Oaf, A Drunken Laborer Lying In A Drain, A Beaten Wife With Blackened Eyes And Torn Clothes, Cannot Be Made Romantic To A Child Who Sees How Other Children Suffer From Bad-tempered Parents, From Drunken Fathers To Termagant Mothers.

To Forgive Is Wisdom, To Forget Is Genius. And Easier. Because It's True. It's A New World Every Heart Beat.

Nothing Like Poetry When You Lie Awake At Night. It Keeps The Old Brain Limber. It Washes Away The Mud And Sand That Keeps On Blocking Up The Bends. Like Waves To Make The Pebbles Dance On My Old Floors. And Turn Them Into Rubies And Jacinths; Or At Any Rate, Good Imitations.