I Have Forgotten Much, But Still Remember

Deep In The Secret Chambers Of My Heart I Muse My Life-long Hate, And Without Flinch I Bear It Nobly As I Live My Part.

If A Man Is Not Faithful To His Own Individuality, He Cannot Be Loyal To Anything.

The Shivering Birds Beneath The Eaves Have Sheltered For The Night.

We Are Like Trees. We Wear All Colors Naturally.

Adventure-seasoned And Storm-buffeted, I Shun All Signs Of Anchorage, Because The Zest Of Life Exceeds The Bound Of Laws.