Wonder Is Not Precisely Knowing.

Phosphorescence. Now There's A Word To Lift Your Hat To... To Find That Phosphorescence, That Light Within, That's The Genius Behind Poetry.

Memory Is A Strange Bell—jubilee, And Knell.

The Career Of Flowers Differs From Ours Only Inaudibleness.

The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually Or Every Man Be Blind.

Beauty Is Not The Cause Of Something, It Is What It Is.