My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many, but don't I love them so?
The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care
Life is so rotatory that the wilderness falls to each, sometime.
To be alive──is Power.
The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.
Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane