Intellectual refinement’s one thing. Moral refinement’s something different.
I started listening to the wolves and the timber, wolves and the timber at night…
I wake in the field with the cold and the lonesome—the moon’s the only face I see
So long, so high….
...…for those of you falling in love, keep it kind, keep it good, keep it right.
Throw yourself in the midst of danger, but keep one eye open at night.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map