I Wonder More And More Just Where

Life Is The Game That Must Be Played.

I Don't Say What God Is, But A Name That Somehow Answers Us When We Are Driven To Feel And Think How Little We Have To Do With What We Are.

The Stillness Of October Gold Went Out Like Beauty From A Face.

Love Must Have Wings To Fly Away From Love, And To Fly Back Again.

To Some Will Come A Time When Change Itself Is Beauty, If Not Heaven.