I Dwell In A Lonely House I

But Strictly Held By None, Is Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round, And Only By One's Going Slightly Taut In The Capriciousness Of Summer Air Is Of The Slightest Bondage Made Aware.

I'm Not Confused. I'm Just Well Mixed.

If There Is One Thing In Life That I Have Learned About Life It Is... It Goes On.

One Age Is Like Another For The Soul.

Possessing What We Still Were Unpossessed By, Possessed By What We Now No More Possessed.