Sing, If You Can Sing, And It

Keep Some Room In Your Heart For The Unimaginable.

Ordinarily, I Go To The Woods Alone. When I'm Alone I Can Hear The Almost Unhearable Sound Of The Roses Singing. If You Have Ever Gone To The Woods With Me, I Must Love You Very Much.

Things Take The Time They Take. Don't Worry.

When Loneliness Comes Stalking, Go Into The Fields, Consider The Orderliness Of The World.

Tell Me About Despair, Yours, And I Will Tell You Mine