Forever is composed of Nows.
Nature is a haunted house, but art is a house that tries to be haunted.
How strange that Nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
A word is dead when it`s been said,
some say.
I say it just begins to live
that day.
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.
