My Creed Is Love And You Are

The Roaring Of The Wind Is My Wife And The Stars Through The Window Pane Are My Children.

Life Is But A Day; A Fragile Dewdrop On Its Perilous Way From A Tree's Summit.

I Shall Soon Be Laid In The Quiet Grave - Thank God For The Quiet Grave

There Is An Old Saying "well Begun Is Half Done"-'tis A Bad One. I Would Use Instead-not Begun At All 'til Half Done.

Then Felt I Like Some Watcher Of The Skies When A New Planet Swims Into His Ken.