Joys Are Bubble-like--what Makes Them Bursts Them

Write To The Mind And Heart, And Let The Ear Glean After What It Can.

Tis Light Translateth Night; 'tis Inspiration Expounds Experience; 'tis The West Explains The East; 'tis Time Unfolds Eternity.

Worthy Books Are Not Companions – They Are Solitudes: We Lose Ourselves In Them And All Our Cares.

Surely The Stars Are Images Of Love.

Life Is As Serious A Thing As Death.