Oh, Breathe Not His Name!

Books Think For Me. I Can Read Anything Which I Call A Book.

I Counsel Thee, Shut Not Thy Heart, Nor Thy Library.

Mother's Love Grows By Giving.

Let Us Live For The Beauty Of Our Own Reality.

We Love To Chew The Cud Of A Foregone Vision; To Collect The Scattered Rays Of A Brighter Phantasm, Or Act Over Again, With Firmer Nerves, The Sadder Nocturnal Tragedies.