She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years. >>
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often li >>
Is there not an art, a music, and a stream of words that shalt be life >>
As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to ki >>
Light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that intens >>
There are two kinds of light -- the glow that illumines, and the glare >>
Come into the light of things. Let nature be your teacher.