All Actual Heroes Are Essential Men, And

Whoso Loves, Believes In The Impossible

Whatever's Lost, It First Was Won.

As The Moths Around A Taper, As The Bees Around A Rose, As The Gnats Around A Vapour, So The Spirits Group And Close Round About A Holy Childhood, As If Drinking Its Repose.

Experience, Like A Pale Musician, Holds A Dulcimer Of Patience In His Hand.

Quick-loving Hearts ... May Quickly Loathe.