Much Madness Is Divinest Sense, To A

Portrait The World Spreads Out On Either Side No Farther Than The Heart Is Wide.

The Only Secret People Keep Is Immortality.

The Distance That The Dead Have Gone Does Not At First Appear- Their Coming Back Seems Possible For Many An Ardent Year.

You Remember My Ideal Cat Has Always A Huge Rat In Its Mouth, Just Going Out Of Sight - Though Going Out Of Sight In Itself Has A Peculiar Pleasure.

We Must Be Careful What We Say. No Bird Resumes Its Egg.