Look Around For A Place To Sow

If Only The Best Birds Sang, The Forest Would Be Silent.

A Tear That Trembles For A Little While Upon The Trembling Eyelid, Till The World Wavers Within Its Circle Like A Dream, Holds More Of Meaning In Its Narrow Orb Than All The Distant Landscape That It Blurs.

Lord, When My Spirit Shall Return To Thee, At The Foot Of A Friendly Tree Let My Body Be Buried, That This Dust May Rise And Rejoice Among The Branches.

What Do I Owe My Father? Everything!

I Know That Europe's Wonderful, Yet Something Seems To Lack;the Past Is Too Much With Her, And The People Looking Back.