Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity - Unable they that love - to die For Love reforms Vitality Into Divinity.

Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies.

The Truth never flaunted a sign.

A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think.

I cannot help esteem The 'Bird within the Hand' Superior to the one The 'Bush' may yield me Or may not Too late to choose again

How very sad it is to have a confiding nature, one's hopes and feelings are quite at the mercy of all who come along; and how very desirable to be a stolid individual, whose hopes and aspirations are safe in one's waistcoat pocket, and that a pocket indeed, and one not to be picked!

To be alive──is Power.