How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital.

I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low for Heaven! Hush! I talk my dream aloud - I build it bright to see, - I build it on the moonlit cloud, To which I looked with thee.

Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!

Death forerunneth Love to win "Sweetest eyes were ever seen."

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.

Men get opinions as boys learn to spell by reiteration chiefly.

The plague of gold strikes far and near.