Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane

Apparently With No Surprise To Any Happy Flower The Frost Beheads It At Its Play -- In Accidental Power -- The Blonde Assassin Passes On -- The Sun Proceeds Unmoved To Measure Off Another Day For An Approving God.

A Wounded Deer Leaps The Highest.

Love Is Anterior To Life, Posterior To Death, Initial Of Creation, And The Exponent Of Breath.

The Lovely Flowers Embarrass Me. They Make Me Regret I Am Not A Bee.

The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually Or Every Man Be Blind.