To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.

God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.

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

I have an appetite for silence.

Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane

Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye.

A power of Butterfly must be - The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky -