Each That We Lose Takes

Hope Is A Thing With Feathers

We Must Be Careful What We Say. No Bird Resumes Its Egg.

Portrait The World Spreads Out On Either Side No Farther Than The Heart Is Wide.

The Will Is Always Near, Dear, Though The Feet Vary.

Exultation Is The Going Of An Inland Soul To Sea Past The Houses, Past The Headlands Into Deep Eternity! Bred As We, Among The Mountains Can The Sailor Understand The Divine Intoxication Of The First League Out From Land?