I Dwell In Possiblities.

My Best Acquaintances Are Those With Whom I Spoke No Word

He Ate And Drank The Precious Words, His Spirit Grew Robust; He Knew No More That He Was Poor, Nor That His Frame Was Dust.

His Cheek Is His Biographer- As Long As He Can Blush.

For Each Ecstatic Instant We Must An Anguish Pay In Keen And Quivering Ratio To The Ecstasy.

Noon - Is The Hinge Of Day-.