Evil Is Always Possible. Goodness Is A

I Think To Feel This Happy Is To Be Miserable, To Feel This Much Satisfaction Is To Burn.

The Highest Truths A Person Could Discover Were Rooted In The Natural World.

Oh, If The Moon Only Had A Secret, If The Moon Only Held A Truth. But The Moon Was Just The Moon.

In The Spring Of 1988, I Returned To New Orleans, And As Soon As I Smelled The Air, I Knew I Was Home. It Was Rich, Almost Sweet, Like The Scent Of Jasmine And Roses Around Our Old Courtyard. I Walked The Streets, Savoring That Long Lost Perfume.

Be Kind. Always If You Have A Choice, Be Kind.