The Moon Rattles Like A Fragment Of

O Sweet Spontaneous Earth How Often Has The Naughty Thumb Of Science Prodded Thy Beauty Thou Answereth Them Only With Spring.

May Came Home With A Smooth Round Stone As Small As A World And As Large As Alone.

Art Is A Mystery. A Mystery Is Something Immeasurable.

Time's A Strange Fellow; More He Gives Than Takes (and He Takes All).

Most People Are Perfectly Afraid Of Silence