Only In Books The Flat And Final

So Many Things I Had Thought Forgotten Return To My Mind With Stranger Pain: Like Letters That Arrive Addressed To Someone Who Left The House So Many Years Ago.

Walk With The Dead For Fear Of Death.

Give Me A Thrill, Says The Reader, Give Me A Kick; I Don't Care How You Succeed, Or What Subject You Pick.

In Everyone There Sleeps A Sense Of Life Lived According To Love.

There Is Bad In All Good Authors: What A Pity The Converse Isn't True!