The Eyes Of My Eyes Are Opened.

Nothing Recedes Like Progress.

Trust Your Heart If The Seas Catch Fire, Live By Love Though The Stars Walk Backward.

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 Sweet Small Clumsy Feet Of April Came Into The Ragged Meadow Of My Soul.