A Poet Is A World Enclosed In

Nations, Like Stars, Are Entitled To Eclipse. All Is Well, Provided The Light Returns And The Eclipse Does Not Become Endless Night. Dawn And Resurrection Are Synonymous. The Reappearance Of The Light Is The Same As The Survival Of The Soul.

Strange To Say, The Luminous World Is The Invisible World; The Luminous World Is That Which We Do Not See. Our Eyes Of Flesh See Only Night.

If You Don't Build Castles In The Air You Won't Build Anything On The Ground.

As For Methods Of Prayer, All Of Them Are Good As Long As They Are Sincere.

A Compliment Is Something Like A Kiss Through A Veil.