We all have secret identities— the question is, how interesting can we be with them?

Sometimes, love burns too brightly to be held in the palm.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

After the fire and flood, the gardeners returned.

Some find themselves only after they are lost.

A red leaf falls

The first book I ever published.

That make me feel great

We all have them, those useless things.

The first book I ever published.

Such a fine specimen Fat and happy