Coffee In England Is Just Toasted Milk.

Coffee In England Is Just Toasted Milk.

If We Could Wake Each Morning With No Memory Of Living Before We Went To Sleep, We Might Arrive At A Faultless Day.

Poetry Is A Language In Which Man Explores His Own Amazement.

Between Our Birth And Death We May Touch Understanding, As A Moth Brushes A Window With Its Wing

The Dark Is Light Enough.