Libraries are reservoirs of strength, grace and wit, reminders of order, calm and continuity, lakes of mental energy, neither warm nor cold, light nor dark.

Energy is the power that drives every human being. It is not lost by exertion but maintained by it, for it is a faculty of the psyche.

Is it too much to ask that women be spared the daily struggle for superhuman beauty in order to offer it to the caresses of a subhumanly ugly mate?

The perfect antidote to dark, cold and creepy is light, warm and cozy.

Tendrils of snow drifting along the beaten track, Bright sun shining through the lingering cold above, Warming my frame removed so far away, A fluttering of aspens at the fringe hearkens, I trudge along not yet weary, Remote peacefulness besets my mind.

The compelled mother loves her child as the caged bird sings. The song does not justify the cage nor the love the enforcement.