Your Head Is A Living Forest Full

That Which We Die For Lives As Wholly As That Which We Live For Dies.

Knowledge Is A Polite Word For Dead But Not Buried Imagination.

The Voice Of Your Eyes Is Deeper Than All Roses

I Thank You God For This Most Amazing Day, For The Leaping Greenly Spirits Of Trees, And For The Blue Dream Of Sky And For Everything Which Is Natural, Which Is Infinite, Which Is Yes.

Who Pays Any Attention To The Syntax Of Things Will Never Wholly Kiss You