Call the world if you please "the vale of soul-making." Then you will find out the use of the world.
Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.
It is a flaw In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - It forces us in summer skies to mourn, It spoils the singing of the nightingale.
Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
My creed is love and you are its only tenet.
All writing is a form of prayer.