The Path Of Things Is Silent. Will

Venus, When Her Son Was Lost, Cried Him Up And Down The Coast, In Hamlets, Palaces, And Parks, And Told The Truant By His Marks,- Golden Curls, And Quiver, And Bow.

Women Have A Less Accurate Measure Of Time Than Men; There Is A Clock In Adam, None In Eve.

The Noblest Ministry Of Nature Is To Stand As The Apparition Of God.

No Facts Are To Me Sacred; None Are Profane; I Simply Experiment, An Endless Seeker, With No Past At My Back.

Every Sunset Brings The Promise Of A New Dawn