A Labyrinth Of Symbols... An Invisible Labyrinth

Doubt Is One Of The Names Of Intelligence.

The Future Is Inevitable And Precise, But It May Not Occur. God Lurks In The Gaps.

I Will Pause To Consider This Eternity From Which The Subsequent Ones Derive.

I Have Committed The Worst Of Sins One Can Commit... I Have Not Been Happy.

The Fact Is That Poetry Is Not The Books In The Library . . . Poetry Is The Encounter Of The Reader With The Book, The Discovery Of The Book.