Inebriate Of Air Am I, And Debauchee

I Know Nothing In The World That Has As Much Power As A Word. Sometimes I Write One, And I Look At It, Until It Begins To Shine.

One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted; One Need Not Be A House; The Brain Has Corridors Surpassing Material Place.

There Is Always One Thing To Be Grateful For - That One Is One's Self And Not Somebody Else.

The Morning After Woe- Tis Frequently The Way- Surpasses All That Rose Before- For Utter Jubilee-.

So Instead Of Getting To Heaven, At Last - I’m Going, All Along.