There Is No Such Passion In Human

An Evening Wind Uprose Too, And The Slighter Branches Cracked And Rattled As They Moved, In Skeleton Dances, To Its Moaning Music.

What Greater Gift Than The Love Of A Cat.

The Cramped Monotony Of My Existence Grinds Me Away By The Grain.

Then Tell Wind And Fire Where To Stop," Returned Madame; "but Don't Tell Me.

The Shadows Of Our Own Desires Stand Between Us And Our Better Angels, And Thus Their Brightness Is Eclipsed.