It Doesn't So Much Matter What You

To Read Between The Lines Was Easier Than To Follow The Text.

A Solitary Maple On A Woodside Flames In Single Scarlet, Recalls Nothing So Much As The Daughter Of A Noble House Dressed For A Fancy Ball, With The Whole Family Gathered Around To Admire Her Before She Goes.

If This Was Love, Love Had Been Overrated.

Experience Is Never Limited, And It Is Never Complete; It Is An Immense Sensibility, A Kind Of Huge Spider-web Of The Finest Silken Threads Suspended In The Chamber Of Consciousness, And Catching Every Air-borne Particle In Its Tissue.

Every Good Story Is Of Course Both A Picture And An Idea, And The More They Are Interfused The Better.