Perhaps The Wind Wails So

Anger Seek It Prey,-- Something To Tear With Sharp-edged Tooth And Claw, Like Not To Go Off Hungry, Leaving Love To Feast On Milk And Honeycomb At Will.

No Great Deed Is Done By Falterers Who Ask For Certainty.

For What Is Love Itself, For The One We Love Best? An Enfolding Of Immeasurable Cares Which Yet Are Better Than Any Joys Outside Our Love.

Old Men's Eyes Are Like Old Men's Memories; They Are Strongest For Things A Long Way Off.

Some People Are Born To Make Life Pretty, And Others To Grumble That It Is Not Pretty Enough.