Action is redemption.

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.

That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.

Sunrise: day's great progenitor.

There is always one thing to be grateful for - that one is one's self and not somebody else.

Apparently with no surprise To any happy Flower The Frost beheads it at its play -- In accidental power -- The blonde Assassin passes on -- The Sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another Day For an Approving God.

in this short life that only lasts ah hour how much-how little-is within our power.