The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be?

Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence.

The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?

I can wade Grief -- Whole Pools of it -- I'm used to that -- But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet -- And I tip -- drunken -- Let no Pebble -- smile -- 'Twas the New Liquor -- That was all!

The steeples swam in amethyst, the news like squirrels swam.

Nothing is the force that renovates the World.

Life is so rotatory that the wilderness falls to each, sometime.