We Only See Clearly When We Have

Brussels Is A Gay Little City That Lies As Bright Within Its Girdle Of Woodland As Any Butterfly That Rests Upon Moss.

Truth Is A Rough, Honest, Helter-skelter Terrier That None Like To See Brought Into Their Drawing Rooms.

Take Hope From The Heart Of Man, And You Make Him A Beast Of Prey.

The Joy Of A Strong Nature Is As Cloudless As Its Suffering Is Desolate.

There Is A Chord In Every Heart That Has A Sigh In It If Touched Aright.