There Is Always The Other Side, Always.

London Is Like A Cold Dark Dream Sometimes.

I Sit At My Window And The Words Fly Past Me Like Birds — With God's Help I Catch Some.

The Woman Had A Humble, Cringing Manner. Of Course, She Had Discovered That, Having Neither Money Nor Virtue, She Had Better Be Humble If She Knew What Was Good For Her.

Life If Curious When Reduced To Its Essentials

There Is Always The Other Side, Always.