I Dwell In Possibility.

The Dandelion's Pallid Tube Astonishes The Grass, And Winter Instantly Becomes An Infinite Alas.

The Bustle In A House The Morning After Death Is Solemnest Of Industries Enacted Upon Earth,-- The Sweeping Up The Heart, And Putting Love Away We Shall Not Want To Use Again Until Eternity

The Truth Dazzles Gradually, Or Else The World Would Be Blind.

Action Is Redemption.

Beauty Is Not Caused. It Is.