It Is Necessary To Me, Not Simply

Our Dead Are Never Dead To Us Until We Have Forgotten Them: They Can Be Injured By Us, They Can Be Wounded; They Know All Our Penitence, All Our Aching Sense That Their Place Is Empty, All The Kisses We Bestow On The Smallest Relic Of Their Presence.

Awful Night! Ancestral Mystery Of Mysteries.

Wise Books For Half The Truths They Hold Are Honored Tombs.

And Certainly, The Mistakes That We Male And Female Mortals Make When We Have Our Own Way Might Fairly Raise Some Wonder That We Are So Fond Of It.

You Must Learn To Deal With The Odd And Even In Life, As Well As In Figures.