I dwell in possiblities.

The appetite for silence is seldom an acquired taste.

These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.

You cannot fold a flood and put it in a drawer, because the winds would find it out and tell your cedar floor.

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

Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a heart in port – Done with the compass – Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah, the sea! Might I moor – Tonight – In thee!

If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.