The Soul Knows No Persons.

In Talking With Scholars, I Observe That They Lost On Ruder Companions Those Years Of Boyhood Which Alone Could Give Imaginative Literature A Religious And Infinite Quality In Their Esteem.

A Weed Is A Plant We've Found No Use For Yet.

Sunday Is The Core Of Our Civilization, Dedicated To Thought And Reverence.

The Landscape Belongs To The Person Who Looks At It..." -ralph Waldo Emerson

I Think Sometimes Could I Only Have Music On My Own Terms, Could I Live In A Great City, And Know Where I Could Go Whenever I Wished The Ablution And Inundation Of Musical Waves, That Were A Bath And A Medicine.