I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.

They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father."

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!

Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane

Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.

How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.