Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!
You are nipping in the bud fancies which I let blossom. The shore is safer, but I love to buffet the sea - I can count the bitter wrecks here in these pleasant waters, and hear the murmuring winds, but oh, I love the danger!
This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me
Beauty is not the cause of something, it is what it is.
Truth - is as old as God-.
Nothing is the force that renovates the World.