PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.

My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them. They tell me those who were poor early have different views of gold. I don't know how that is. God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him.

I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf

Beauty is just a light switch away...'click!' Beauty is not caused. It is.

One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.

Love is like life-merely longer.

Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true