The Breath That Sharpens Life Is Life

Home Is So Sad. It Stays As It Was Left, / Shaped To The Comfort Of The Last To Go / As If To Win Them Back

But O, Photography! As No Art Is, Faithful And Disappointing!

Living In England Has No Such Excuse: These Are My Customs And Establishments.

Only In Books The Flat And Final Happens, Only In Dreams We Meet And Interlock.

Why Should I Let The Toad Work Squat On My Life? Can't I Use My Wit As A Pitchfork And Drive The Brute Off? Six Days Of The Week It Soils With Its Sickening Poison-- Just For Paying A Few Bills! That's Out Of Proportion.