Hold Dear To Your Parents

November Always Seemed To Me The Norway Of The Year.

Elysium Is As Far As To The Very Nearest Room, If In That Room A Friend Await Felicity Of Doom.

I Do Not Like The Man Who Squanders Life For Fame; Give Me The Man Who Living Makes A Name.

To See Her Is A Picture- To Hear Her Is A Tune- To Know Her An Intemperance As Innocent As June- To Know Her Not-affliction- To Own Her For A Friend A Warmth As Near As If The The Sun Were Shining In Your Hand.

Nothing More Do I Ask Than To Share With You The Ecstasy And Sacrament Of My Life.