The Child Lives In The

Certain Books Come To Meet Me, As Do People.

Autumn Arrives In Early Morning, But Spring At The Close Of A Winter Day.

... Love Dreads Being Isolated, Being Left To Speak In A Void -- At The Beginning It Would Often Rather Listen Than Speak.

Whenever Possible I Avoid Talking. Reprieve From Talking Is My Idea Of A Holiday. At Risk Of Seeming Unsociable, Which I Am, I Admit I Love To Be Left In A Beatific Trance, When I Am In One. Friendly Romans Recognize That Wish.

Ireland Is A Great Country To Die Or Be Married In.