The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.

Had we less to say to those we love, perhaps we should say it oftener.

I fear a Man of frugal speech - I fear a Silent Man - Haranguer - I can overtake - Or Babbler - entertain - But He who weigheth - While the Rest - Expend their furthest pound - Of this Man - I am wary - I fear that He is Grand -

The appetite for silence is seldom an acquired taste.

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.

I must go in, the fog is rising.

Memory is a strange Bell—Jubilee, and Knell.