Life Has No Friend.

Life Is A Quest And Love A Quarrel

Beauty In All Things-no, We Cannot Hope For That; But Some Place Set Apart For It.

Earth Does Not Understand Her Child, Who From The Loud Gregarious Town Returns, Depleted And Defiled, To The Still Woods, To Fling Him Down.

He That Would Eat Of Love Must Eat It Where It Hangs.

Into The Darkness They Go, The Wise And The Lovely.