I Am Forever Walking Upon These Shores,

A Sense Of Humour Is A Sense Of Proportion.

Trickery Succeeds Sometimes, But It Always Commits Suicide.

To Know The Pain Of Too Much Tenderness

You Who Are Strong And Swift, See That You Do Not Limp Before The Lame, Deeming It Kindness.

Who Can Depart From His Pain And Aloneness Without Regret? Too Many Fragments Of The Spirit Have I Scattered In These Streets, And Too Many Are The Children Of My Longing That Walk Naked Among These Hills, And I Cannot Withdraw From Them Without A Burden And An Ache. It Is Not A Garment I Cast Off This Day, Bit A Skin That I Tear With My Own Hands... Yet I Cannot Tarry Longer.