My future will not copy my fair past, I wrote that once. And, thinking at my side my ministering life-angel justified the word by his appealing look upcast to the white throne of God.

The English have a scornful insular way Of calling the French light.

Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe.

And is it not the chief good of money, the being free from the need of thinking of it?

I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

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

Books are men of higher stature, and the only men that speak aloud for future times to hear.