The appetite for silence is seldom an acquired taste.
Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted.
I dwell in possiblities.
Love can do all but raise the Dead I doubt if even that From such a giant were withheld Were flesh equivalent But love is tired and must sleep, And hungry and must graze And so abets the shining Fleet Till it is out of gaze.
God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.