A Picture Is Not A Window...an Abstract

The Poet Doesn't Invent. He Listens.

Do Not Take Up Cause Against The Inaccuracies Printed About You. They Are Your Protection.

Mystery Has Its Own Mysteries, And There Are Gods Above Gods. We Have Ours, They Have Theirs. That Is What's Known As Infinity.

Beauty Cannot Be Recognized With A Cursory Glance.

The World Owes Its Enchantment To These Curious Creatures And Their Fancies; But Its Multiple Complicity Rejects Them. Thistledown Spirits, Tragic, Heartrending In Their Evanescence, They Must Go Blowing Headlong To Perdition.