Blessed Is The Healthy Nature; It Is

I Wish To Believe In Immortality-i Wish To Live With You Forever.

... The Open Sky Sits Upon Our Senses Like A Sapphire Crown - The Air Is Our Robe Of State - The Earth Is Our Throne, And The Sea A Mighty Minstrel Playing Before It.

Some Say The World Is A Vale Of Tears, I Say It Is A Place Of Soul-making.

Or Thou Might'st Better Listen To The Wind, Whose Language Is To Thee A Barren Noise, Though It Blows Legend-laden Through The Trees.

Failure Is, In A Sense, The Highway To Success.