Poetry Surrounds Us Everywhere, But Putting It

I Try More And More To Be Myself, Caring Relatively Little Whether People Approve Or Disapprove.

Here Everything Is So Wholly What I Consider Beautiful. In Other Words, There Is Peace Here.

The Laws Of The Colors Are Unutterably Beautiful, Just Because They Are Not Accidental.

How Rich Art Is, If One Can Only Remember What One Has Seen, One Is Never Empty Of Thoughts Or Truly Lonely, Never Alone.

If One Feels The Need Of Something Grand, Something Infinite, Something That Makes One Feel Aware Of God, One Need Not Go Far To Find It.