But If, As Morning Rises, Dreams Are

...everything That Is, Desires To Be. As We Act, We Unfold Our Being. Enjoyment Naturally Follows, For A Thing Desired Always Brings Delight.

Without Hope We Live In Desire.

Often A Retrospect Delights The Mind.

Heat Cannot Be Separated From Fire, Or Beauty From The Eternal.

They Yearn For What They Fear For.