Each heart has its graveyard, each household its dead, And knells ring around us wherever we tread, And the feet that awhile made our pathway so bright Pass on to a land that is out of our sight.

The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing.

Power: a currency that never went out of style.

Each heart has its graveyard, each household its dead, And knells ring around us wherever we tread, And the feet that awhile made our pathway so bright Pass on to a land that is out of our sight.

Any allegiance to a deity or concept or universal principal which put obedience above decent behavior toward an innocent human being evil.

If there is a true religion in the universe, it must include the truth of contact or be forever hollow.

I loved you backward and forward in time. I loved you beyond boundaries of time and space.