Beauty Is Not The Cause Of Something,

... And Then I Heard Them Lift A Box, And Creak Across My Soul With Those Same Boots Of Lead, Again, Then Space Began To Toll.

Hope . . . Never Stops At All.

Exultation Is The Going Of An Inland Soul To Sea Past The Houses, Past The Headlands Into Deep Eternity! Bred As We, Among The Mountains Can The Sailor Understand The Divine Intoxication Of The First League Out From Land?

The Truth I Do Not Dare To Know I Muffle With A Jest.

The Dearest Ones Of Time, The Strongest Friends Of The Soul--books.