A Letter Is A Joy

November Always Seemed To Me The Norway Of The Year.

Till The First Friend Dies, We Think Our Ecstasy Impersonal, But Then Discover That He Was The Cup From Which We Drank It, Itself As Yet Unknown.

You Are Nipping In The Bud Fancies Which I Let Blossom. The Shore Is Safer, But I Love To Buffet The Sea - I Can Count The Bitter Wrecks Here In These Pleasant Waters, And Hear The Murmuring Winds, But Oh, I Love The Danger!

It Is Better To Be The Hammer Than The Anvil.

The Spider As An Artist Has Never Been Employed- Though His Surpassing Merit Is Freely Certified.