You Might Drop Your Heart Into Me

I Want, By Understanding Myself, To Understand Others.

Can One Do Nothing For The Dead? And For A Long Time The Answer Had Been - Nothing!

Roses Are The Only Flowers At Garden-parties; The Only Flowers That Everybody Is Certain Of Knowing.

I Think I Hate Snow, Downright Hate It. There Is Something Stupefying In It, A Kind Of 'you Must Be Worse Before You're Better,' And Down It Spins.

To Acknowledge The Presence Of Fear Is To Give Birth To Failure.