truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.

Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day.

Like to write? Of course, of course I do. I seem to live while I write - it is life, for me.

But so fair, She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware.

And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.

The plague of gold strikes far and near.

Souls are gregarious in a sense, but no soul touches another, as a general rule.