Sorrow Was Like The Wind. It Came

Madness Is Only A Variety Of Mental Nonconformity And We Are All Individualists Here.

Sorrow Was Like The Wind. It Came In Gusts.

When A Wave Of Love Takes Over A Human Being... Such An Exaltation Takes Him That He Knows He Has Put His Finger On The Pulse Of The Great Secret And The Great Answer.

Here In Florida The Seasons Move In And Out Like Nuns In Soft Clothing, Making No Rustle In Their Passing.

To Comfort Any Mortal Against Loneliness, One Other Is Enough.