I Should Like The Whole

Fading, With The Night, The Memory Of A Dead Love, And The Withered Leaves Of A Blighted Hope, And The Sickly Repinings And Moody Regrets That Numb The Best Energies Of The Soul: And Rising, Broadening, Rolling Upward Like A Living Flood, The Manly Resolve, And The Dauntless Will, And The Heavenward Gaze Of Faith-the Substance Of Things Hoped For, The Evidence Of Things Not Seen!

The Recent Extraordinary Discovery In Photography, As Applied In The Operations Of The Mind, Has Reduced The Art Of Novel-writing To The Merest Mechanical Labour.

The Caterpillar And Alice Looked At Each Other For Some Time In Silence: At Last The Caterpillar Took The Hookah Out Of Its Mouth.

Child Of The Pure Unclouded Brow And Dreaming Eyes Of Wonder! Though Time Be Fleet, And I And Thou Are Half A Life Asunder, Thy Loving Smile Will Surely Hail The Love-gift Of A Fairy-tale.

Everything's Got A Moral, If Only You Can Find It.