I Was Like A Cat Always Climbing

That Was The Best Of All. To Speak The Truth And Be Attended.

In His Face There Came To Be A Brooding Peace That Is Seen Most Often In The Faces Of The Very Sorrowful Or The Very Wise. But Still He Wandered Through The Streets Of The Town, Always Silent And Alone.

The Writer Is By Nature A Dreamer - A Conscious Dreamer.

It Was Better To Be In A Jail Where You Could Bang The Walls Than In A Jail You Could Not See.

I Am Not Meant To Be Alone And Without You Who Understands.