She Knew Words No One

...to Be Paid For One's Joy Is To Steal.

To See The Beauty Of The World Is To Put Your Hands On Lines That Run Uninterrupted Through Life And Through Death. Touching Them Is An Act Of Hope, For Perhaps Someone On The Other Side, If There Is Another Side, Is Touching Them, Too.

I've Always Been Terribly Uninterested In Criticism. And One Of The Reasons, I Just Thought Recently, Is That You Know There Are Various Schools Of Criticism That Will Compete, And One Will Supercede The Other.

...i Returned To Walking Up The Mountain, And There, In The Dim Asexual Beauty Of Reddening Dawns And Skies That Firmed To Blue, I Discovered My Real And Appropriate Strengths.

Really The Best Way To Learn About Something Is Simply To Read It And Not Make A Scientific Theory Of Interpretation.