What's more enchanting than the voices of young people, when you can't hear what they say?

What is more enchanting than the voices of young people when you can't hear what they say

When people talk of Ghosts I don't mention the Apparition by which I am haunted, the Phantom that shadows me about the streets, the image or spectre, so familiar, so like myself, which lurks in the plate glass of shop-windows, or leaps out of mirrors

Employees, especially young people, want more than a paycheck.

There are people who are beautiful in dilapidation, like old houses that were hideous when new

How awful to reflect that what people say of us is true