I Must Create A System, Or Be

The Pure Soul Shall Mount On Native Wings, . . . And Cut A Path Into The Heaven Of Glory.

Abstinence Sows Sand All Over The Ruddy Limbs And Flaming Hair, But Desire Gratified Plants Fruits Of Life And Beauty There.

The Eagle Never Lost So Much Time As When He Submitted To Learn Of The Crow

To Cast Aside From Poetry, All That Is Not Inspiration

If The Lion Was Advised By The Fox, He Would Be Cunning.