The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.

To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

Witchcraft was hung, in History, But History and I Find all the Witchcraft that we need Around us, every Day -

Noon - is the Hinge of Day-.

I have an appetite for silence.

Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.