I Could Not Prove The Years Had

Beauty Is Just A Light Switch Away...'click!' Beauty Is Not Caused. It Is.

Just A Turn Of The Doorknob, And There Lies Freedom.

I Died For Beauty--but Was Scarce Adjusted In The Tomb When One Who Died For Truth, Was Lain In An Adjoining Room

His Labor Is A Chant - His Idleness -a Tune - Oh, For A Bee's Experience Of Clovers, And Of Noon!

Good Times Are Always Mutual; That Is What Makes Good Times.