The World's Continual Breathing Is What We

I Hear The Mad Song Of A Little Bird And Crush Butterflies Between My Fingers.

A Horse Is Freedom So Indominable That It Becomes Useless To Imprison It To Serve Man: It Lets Itself Be Domesticated, But With A Simple, Rebellious Toss Of The Head-shaking Its Mane Like An Abundance Of Free-flowing Hair-it Shows That Its Inner Nature Is Always Wild, Translucent And Free.

Her Curiosity Instructed Her More Than The Answers She Was Given.

The World's Continual Breathing Is What We Hear And Call Silence.

Do Not Mourn The Dead. They Know What They Are Doing.