Hide me from day's garish eye.
He left it in thy power, ordaind thy will By nature free, not over-rul'd by Fate Inextricable, or strict necessity.
A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd.
Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies.
Luck is the residue of design.
Solitude is sometimes best society.