There Is No Ghost So Difficult To

How Beautiful The Yesterday That Stood Over Me Like A Rainbow! I Am Alone, The Past Is Past. I See The Future Stretch All Dark And Barren As A Rainy Sea.

I Would Rather Be Remembered By A Song Than By A Victory.

My Friend Is Not Perfect-no More Than I Am-and So We Suit Each Other Admirable.

A Tender Sadness Drops Upon My Soul, Like The Soft Twilight Dropping On The World.

The Great Man Is The Man Who Does A Thing For The First Time.