What Falls Away Is Always. And Is

Beginnings Start Without Shade,thinner Than Minnows.the Live Grass Whirls With The Sun,feet Run Over The Simple Stones,there's Time Enough.behold, In The Lout's Eye, Love.

Over Every Mountain There Is A Path, Although It May Not Be Seen From The Valley.

We Think By Feeling. What Is There To Know?

Being, Not Doing, Is My First Joy.

So Much Of Adolescence Is An Ill-defined Dying, An Intolerable Waiting, A Longing For Another Place And Time, Another Condition.