I felt it shelter to speak to you.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

Thoughts come clearly while one walks.

Laughter is a sunbeam of the soul.

How strange that nature does not knock$$$ and yet does not intrude!

We both believe$$$ and disbelieve a hundred times an hour$$$ which keeps believing nimble.

We are all old-timers$$$ each of us holds a locked razor.

Could you tell me how to grow — or is it unconveyed — like Melody — or Witchcraft?

Lest Love should value less<br/>What loss would value more$$$<br/>Had it the stricken privilege — It cherishes before.

Finite to fail$$$ but infinite to venture.