He Looked Like The Love Thoughts Of

It Is One Of The Blessings Of This World That Few People See Visions And Dream Dreams.

The Sun, The Hero Of Every Day, The Impersonal Old Man That Beams As Brightly On Death As On Birth, Came Up Every Morning.

No Matter How Far A Person Can Go The Horizon Is Still Way Beyond You.

Ships At A Distance Have Every Man's Wish On Board.

Most Things Are Born In The Mothering Darkness And Most Things Die. Darkness Is The Womb Of Creation, My Boy. But The Sun With His Seven Horns Of Flame Is The Father Of Life.