A Robin Redbreast In A Cage Puts

The Fool Shall Not Enter Into Heaven Let Him Be Ever So Holy.

I See Through My Eyes, Not With Them.

Wisdom Is Sold In A Desolate Marketplace Where None Can Come To Buy.

Desperate Remorse Swallows The Present In A Quenchless Rage.

Down The Winding Cavern We Groped Our Tedious Way, Till A Void Boundless As The Nether Sky Appeared Beneath Us, And We Held By The Roots Of Trees And Hung Over This Immensity; But I Said: If You Please We Will Commit Ourselves To This Void And See Whether Providence Is Here Also.