Those Who Have Not Found The Heaven

Eden Is That Old-fashioned House We Dwell In Every Day Without Suspecting Our Abode Until We Drive Away.

You Cannot Fold A Flood And Put It In A Drawer, Because The Winds Would Find It Out And Tell Your Cedar Floor.

How Much Can Come And Much Can Go, And Yet Abide The World!

Mirth Is The Mail Of Anguish --

I Imagine Therefore I Belong And Am Free.