Her ivory hands on the ivory keys
Strayed in a fitful fantasy,
Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees
Rustle their pale leaves listlessly,
Or the drifting foam of a restless sea
When the waves show their teeth in the flying breeze.

“It’s absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or t…”

“And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand,The hand that held the steel:For o…”

“When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always …”

“Sir John's temper since he has taken seriously to politics has become quite unb…”