Inebriate Of Air Am I, And Debauchee

And Then--a Day As Huge As Yesterdays In Pairs, Unrolled Its Horror In My Face-- Until It Blocked My Eyes

There Is A Solitude Of Space. A Solitude Of Sea. A Solitude Of Death, But These Societies Shall Be Compared With That Profounder Site-that Polar Privacy. A Soul Admitted To Itself--finite Infinity.

Beauty Is Just A Light Switch Away...'click!' Beauty Is Not Caused. It Is.

You Can Stay Young As Long As You Learn.

Spring's First Conviction Is A Wealth Beyond Its Whole Experience.