How many things have to happen to you before something occurs to you?
Style is less the man than the way a man takes himself.
The first thing I do in any town I come to is ask if it has a bookstore.
But strictly held by none, is loosely bound By countless silken ties of love and thought To everything on earth the compass round, And only by one's going slightly taut In the capriciousness of summer air Is of the slightest bondage made aware.
Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.
Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar.