Forever Is Composed Of Nows— 'tis Not

The Will Is Always Near, Dear, Though The Feet Vary.

People Need Hard Times And Oppression To Develop Psychic Muscles.

Good Times Are Always Mutual; That Is What Makes Good Times.

This Is My Letter To The World That Never Wrote To Me

He Fumbles At Your Spirit As Players At The Keys Before They Drop Full Music On; He Stuns You By Degrees. Prepares Your Brittle Substance For The Ethereal Blow By Fainter Hammers, Further Heard, Then Nearer, Then So Slow Your Breath Has Time To Straighten Your Brain To Bubble Cool,- Deals One Imperial Thunderbolt That Scalps Your Naked Soul.