I Hate People But I Love Gatherings.

There Is No Shelter In You Anywhere.

It's Little I Know What's In My Heart,what's In My Mind It's Little I Know,but There's That In Me Must Up And Start,and It's Little I Care Where My Feet Go.

She Learned Her Hands In A Fairy-tale, And Her Mouth On A Valentine.

I Am Not Resigned To The Shutting Away Of Loving Hearts In The Hard Ground.

I Dread No More The First White In My Hair, Or Even Age Itself, The Easy Shoe, The Cane, The Wrinkled Hands, The Special Chair: Time, Doing This To Me, May Alter Too My Anguish, Into Something I Can Bear