Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.
The work for giants...to serve well the guns!
There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he looked upon, that object he became.
The road to wisdom is paved with excess. The mark of a true writer is their ability to mystify the familiar and familiarize the strange.
And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space.