If I Feel Physically As

My Only Sketch, Profile, Of Heaven Is A Large Blue Sky, And Larger Than The Biggest I Have Seen In June - And In It Are My Friends - Every One Of Them.

If Fame Belonged To Me, I Could Not Escape Her; If She Did Not, The Longest Day Would Pass Me On The Chase, And The Approbation Of My Dog Would Forsake Me.

Prayer Is The Little Implement Through Which Men Reach; Where Presence Is Denied Them.

Afraid? Of Whom Am I Afraid? Not Death. For Who Is He?

Hold Dear To Your Parents For It Is A Scary And Confusing World Without Them.