No Evil Is So Worse Than Worst

May My Heart Always Be Open To Little Birds Who Are The Secrets Of Living

Nobody, Not Even The Rain, Has Such Small Hands

And Still The Mad Magnificent Herald Spring Assembles Beauty From Forgetfulness With The Wild Trump Of April:witchery Of Sound And Odour Drives The Wingless Thing Man Forth In The Bright Air.

Always The Beautiful Answer Who Asks A More Beautiful Question.

Yours Is The Light By Which My Spirit's Born: - You Are My Sun, My Moon, And All My Stars.