The Courage To Receive Time's Mightiest Dream.

You Shall Above All Things Be Glad And Young.

One Day Anyone Died I Guess (and Noone Stooped To Kiss His Face) Busy Folk Buried Them Side By Side Little By Little And Was By Was

Nobody, Not Even The Rain, Has Such Small Hands

As Small As A World As Large As Alone.

The Artist Is Not A Man Who Describes, But A Man Who Feels.