Joy is to fun what the deep sea is to a puddle. It’s a feeling inside that can hardly be contained.
A Hat Full of SkySex might satisfy, food might fuel, love might sustain, but without coffee, what is the point?
Heart of the SeaSullivan had her Crucifix Soldier and now I have mine. No. I am the soldier. Teacup is the cross.
The Infinite SeaI pass with relief from the tossing sea of Cause and Theory to the firm ground of Result and Fact.
The Story of the Malakand Field Force