A Little Madness In The Spring Is

Love Is Like Life-merely Longer.

If Your Nerve, Deny You - Go Above Your Nerve

I Dwell In Possibility A Fairer House Than Prose More Numerous Of Windows Superior — For Doors.

I Imagine Therefore I Belong And Am Free.

I Am One Of The Lingering Bad Ones, And So Do I Slink Away, And Pause, And Ponder, And Ponder, And Pause, And Do Work Without Knowing Why - Not Surely For This Brief World, And More Sure It Is Not For Heaven - And I Ask What This Message Of Christ Means.