There is no gilding of setting sun or glamor of poetry to light up the...
My recollection of a hundred lovely lakes has given me blessed release from...
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my...
I remember a hundred lovely lakes and recall the fragrant breath of pine and...
I don't pity any man who does hard work worth doing. I admire him. I pity the creature who does not work at whichever end of the social scale he may regard himself as being.
