The Spreading Wide My Narrow Hands /

I Do Not Like The Man Who Squanders Life For Fame; Give Me The Man Who Living Makes A Name.

To Venerate The Simple Days Which Lead The Seasons By, Needs But To Remember That From You Or I They May Take The Trifle Termed Mortality!

Renunciation-is A Piercing Virtue-the Letting Go A Presence-for An Expectation-.

God's Little Blond Blessing We Have Long Deemed You, And Hope His So-called Will Will Not Compel Him To Revoke You.

I Felt A Cleaving In My Mind- As If My Brain Had Split- I Tried To Match It- Seam By Seam- But Could Not Make It Fit.