I Imagine Therefore I Belong And Am

A Murmur In The Trees - To Note - Not Loud Enough - For Wind - A Star - Not Far Enough To Seek - Nor Near Enough - To Find

To Shut Your Eyes Is To Travel.

I Do Not Like The Man Who Squanders Life For Fame; Give Me The Man Who Living Makes A Name.

I Cannot Help Esteem The 'bird Within The Hand' Superior To The One The 'bush' May Yield Me Or May Not Too Late To Choose Again

Prayer Is The Little Implement Through Which Men Reach; Where Presence Is Denied Them.