I Don't Like Quintessential Certitude.

I'll Lie Here And Learn How, Over Their Ground, Trees Make A Long Shadow And A Light Sound.

Stupidity Always Accompanies Evil. Or Evil, Stupidity.

Women Have No Wilderness In Them They Are Provident Instead Content In The Tight Hot Cell Of Their Hearts To Eat Dusty Bread.

O Remember In Your Narrowing Dark Hours That More Things Move Than Blood In The Heart.

The Terrible Beast, That No One May Understand, Came To My Side, And Put Down His Head In Love.