I Dwell In Possibilities .

There's A Certain Slant Of Light, On Winter Afternoons, That Oppresses, Like The Weight Of Cathedral Tunes.

Remorse Is Memory Awake.

Wonder Is Not Precisely Knowing.

Immortal Is An Ample Word When What We Need Is By, But When It Leaves Us For A Time, 'tis A Necessity.

Common Sense Is Almost As Omniscient As God.