God Could Not Be Everywhere, And Therefore

When Your Daemon Is In Charge, Do Not Try To Think Consciously. Drift, Wait, And Obey.

Often And Often Afterwards, The Beloved Aunt Would Ask Me Why I Had Never Told Anyone How I Was Being Treated. Children Tell Little More Than Animals, For What Comes To Them They Accept As Eternally Established.

There Rise Her Timeless Capitals Of Empires Daily Born, Whose Plinths Are Laid At Midnight And Whose Streets Are Packed At Morn; And Here Come Tired Youths And Maids That Feign To Love Or Sin In Tones Like Rusty Razor Blades To Tunes Like Smitten Tin.

When Man Has Come To The Turnstiles Of Night, All The Creeds In The World Seem To Him Wonderfully Alike And Colorless.

Smells Are Surer Than Sounds Or Sights To Make Your Heartstrings Crack.