Nature is what we see - the hill, the afternoon, squirrel, eclipse, the bumblebee. Nay, nature is heaven. Nature is what we hear...

Beauty is not the cause of something, it is what it is.

Mine Enemy is growing old -- I have at last Revenge -- The Palate of the Hate departs -- If any would avenge Let him be quick -- the Viand flits -- It is a faded Meat -- Anger as soon as fed is dead -- 'Tis starving makes it fat

Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.

I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light.

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

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - In Corners - till a Day The Owner passed - identified - And carried Me away -