There's Something Almost Adolescent About Whitman's Paean

The Sabbath Is A Weekly Cathedral Raised Up In My Dining Room, In My Family, In My Heart.

They Sang The Words In Unison, Yet Somehow Created A Web Of Sounds With Their Voices. It Was Like Hearing A Piece Of Fabric Woven With All The Colors Of A Rainbow. I Did Not Know That Such Beauty Could Be Formed By The Human Mouth. I Had Never Heard Harmony Before.

Mountains Are Where Heaven Meets Earth.

Shakespeare In Love... Such Smart Writing Of An Alternative View Of History, And Such Beautiful Acting. Like Most Americans, I'm A Sucker For The Accent.

The Other Reason Women Wanted Daughters Was To Keep Their Memories Alive.