Where thou art, that is home.
Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a […]
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
They might not need me; but they might. I’ll let my head be just in […]
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers […]
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.