A Genuine Man Goes To The Roots.

Oh, What Company Good Poets Are!

It Is Necessary To Make Virtue Fashionable.

I Come From All Places And To All Places I Go: I Am Art Among The Arts And Mountain Among Mountains. I Know The Strange Names Of Flowers And Herbs And Of Fatal Deceptions And Magnificent Griefs. In Night's Darkness I've Seen Raining Down On My Head Pure Flames, Flashing Rays Of Beauty Divine.

No Fruit On Earth Can Rival The Cemetery's Crop

In A Time Of Crisis, The Peoples Of The World Must Rush To Get To Know Each Other.