You're Something Between A Dream And A

We Can't Separate Our Humanity From Our Poetry.

No Man Can Be Called Friendless Who Has God And The Companionship Of Good Books.

Foolishness And Criticism Are So Apt, Do So Naturally Go Together!

Alas, I Have Grieved So I Am Hard To Love. Yet Love Me--wilt Thou? Open Thine Heart Wide, And Fold Within, The Wet Wings Of Thy Dove.

Some People Always Sigh In Thanking God.