He Who Has Not Looked On Sorrow

Love And Doubt Have Never Been On Speaking Terms.

You Would Measure Time The Measureless And The Immeasurable. You Would Adjust Your Conduct And Even Direct The Course Of Your Spirit According To Hours And Seasons. Of Time You Would Make A Stream Upon Whose Bank You Would Sit And Watch Its Flowing.

And If There Come The Singers, And The Dancers And The Flute Players - Buy Of Their Gifts Also. For They Too Are Gatherers Of Fruit And Frankincense, And That Which They Bring, Though Fashioned Of Dreams, Is Raiment And Fod For Your Soul.

I Want Every Image To Be The Beginning Of An Unseen Image.

He Who Passes Not His Days In The Realm Of Dreams Is The Slave Of The Days.