There Is No Silence In The Earth

I Held A Jewel In My Fingers And Went To Sleep. The Day Was Warm, And Winds Were Prosy; I Said: "'t Will Keep." I Woke And Chid My Honest Fingers,— The Gem Was Gone; And Now An Amethyst Remembrance Is All I Own.

Hope Is A Strange Invention - A Patent Of The Heart - In Unremitting Action Yet Never Wearing Out

Drunkards Of Summer Are Quite As Frequent As Drunkards Of Wine.

Beauty Is Just A Light Switch Away...'click!' Beauty Is Not Caused. It Is.

Old Age Comes On Suddenly, And Not Gradually As Is Thought.