Fear Of The Devil Is One Way

The Truly Just Is He Who Feels Half Guilty Of Your Misdeeds.

I Sit Between My Brother The Mountain And My Sister The Sea. We Three Are One In Loneliness, And The Love That Binds Us Together Is Deep And Strong And Strange.

Pity It Is We Drowse Too Soon Pity It Is We Fall Asleep Ere Our Song Encompass The Height Ere Our Hand Inherit The Deep

Poetry Is A Deal Of Joy And Pain And Wonder, With A Dash Of The Dictionary.

Life Has Two Halves: One Patient And One Afire. Love Is The Fiery Half. Make Me, O Lord, Food For The Flames.