Dear God! How Beauty Varies In Nature

Whatever Causes Night In Our Souls May Leave Stars.

Every Bird Which Flies Has The Thread Of The Infinite In Its Claw.

Revolution Is The Larva Of Civilization.

No One Knows Like A Woman How To Say Things Which Are At Once Gentle And Deep.

This First Glance Of A Soul Which Does Not Yet Know Itself Is Like Dawn In The Heavens; It Is The Awakening Of Something Radiant And Unknown.