To A Shower Of Gold Most Things

May Blessings Be Upon The Head Of Cadmus, The Phoenicians, Or Whoever It Was That Invented Books.

My Books Are Friends That Never Fail Me.

Thought Will Not Work Except In Silence.

See Deep Enough, And You See Musically.

Who Is It That Loves Me And Will Love Me Forever With An Affection Which No Chance, No Misery, No Crime Of Mine Can Do Away? It Is You, My Mother.