When He Is Forsaken, Withered

There Are Three Things Which The Public Will Always Clamour For, Sooner Or Later; Namely: Novelty, Novelty, Novelty.

There Is Not A String Attuned To Mirth But Has Its Chord Of Melancholy.

It Was A Childish Ignorance, But Now 'tis Little Joy To Know I'm Further Off From Heaven Than When I Was A Boy.

Bells Are Musics Laughter.

I Saw Old Autumn In The Misty Morn Stand Shadowless Like Silence, Listening To Silence.