Twin loaves of bread have just been born into the world under my auspices. Fine children, the image of their mother. And here, my dear friend, is the glory.

Action is redemption.

Memory is a strange Bell—Jubilee, and Knell.

To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.

You don't have to be a house to be haunted.

Heavenly Father - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us seem to us More respectful - We are Dust - We apologize to thee For thine own Duplicity.

The Things that never can come back, are several - Childhood - some forms of Hope - the Dead.