The Man Who Has No

A House With A Great Wine Stored Below Lives In Our Imagination As A Joyful House, Fast And Splendidly Rooted In The Soil.

Earth Knows No Desolation. She Smells Regeneration In The Moist Breath Of Decay.

Could I Find A Place To Be Alone With Heaven, I Would Speak My Heart Out Heaven Is My Need.

Possession Without Obligation To The Object Possessed Approaches Felicity.

O Have A Care Of Natures That Are Mute!