We Lived Within Two Hundred

Making A Choice Is Like Backing A Horse - In A Hundred Years, They May Decide You Picked Wrongly.

I Might Have Simply Settled Down Into An Armchair Literary Life. I Really Don't Know Exactly Why I Didn't.

We Lived Within Two Hundred Yards Of The Sea, And Its Voice Was In Our Ears Night And Day.

In April 1882 My Father Died; And I Was At Once Whirled Out Of My Land Of Dreams Into A Very Different Sphere.

I Saw Deep In The Eyes Of The Animals, The Human Soul Look Out Upon Me.