To Be Alive──is Power.

I Must Go In, The Fog Is Rising.

The Older I Grow The More Do I Love Spring And Spring Flowers. Is It So With You?

Beauty Is Not Caused, It Is; Chase It And It Ceases, Chase It Not And It Abides.

The Appetite For Silence Is Seldom An Acquired Taste.

I Dwell In Possibilities... A Fairer House Than Prose.