I light this sympathetic flame, My faintest wish that answers, I…
by Dev
Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the…
The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From…
The more one judges, the less one loves. HONORE DE BALZAC
Whatever fortune brings, don't be afraid of doing things. HERMAN…
I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman…
I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers…
My room was white with the sun And Love cried out to me, “I am…
Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The…
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my…
