A Dim Capacity For Wings Demeans The

Belshazzar Had A Letter,-- He Never Had But One; Belshazzar's Correspondence Concluded And Begun In That Immortal Copy The Conscience Of Us All Can Read Without Its Glasses On Revelation's Wall.

Fortune Befriends The Bold.

Beauty Is Just A Light Switch Away...'click!' Beauty Is Not Caused. It Is.

Faith—is The Pierless Bridge Supporting What We See Unto The Scene That We Do Not— Too Slender For The Eye It Bears The Soul As Bold As It Were Rocked In Steel With Arms Of Steel At Either Side— It Joins—behind The Veil To What, Could We Presume The Bridge Would Cease To Be To Our Far, Vacillating Feet A First Necessity.

Grant Me, O Lord, A Sunny Mind-thy Windy Will To Bear!