Numbers Serve To Discipline Rhetoric. Without Them

We Boil At Different Degrees.

Life Is A Boundless Privilege, And When You Pay For Your Ticket, And Get Into The Car, You Have No Guess What Good Company You Shall Find There.

I See The Spectacle Of Morning From The Hilltop Over Against My House, From Daybreak To Sunrise, With Emotions Which An Angel Might Share. The Long Slender Bars Of Cloud Float Like Fishes In The Sea Of Crimson Light. From The Earth, As A Shore, I Look Out Into That Silent Sea. I Seem To Partake Its Rapid Transformations; The Active Enchantment Reaches My Dust, And I Dilate And Conspire With The Morning Wind.

Give Me Wine To Wash Me Clean Of The Weather-stains Of Cares

Silence Is A Solvent That Destroys Personality, And Gives Us Leave To Be Great And Universal.