In The Empty Immensity Of Earth, Sky,

The Hair Of His Face, On The Contrary, Carroty And Flaming, Resembled A Growth Of Copper Wire Clipped Short To The Line Of The Lip; While, No Matter How Close He Shaved, Fiery Metallic Gleams Passed, When He Moved His Head, Over The Surface Of His Cheeks.

Your Strength Is Just An Accident Owed To The Weakness Of Others.

The Sea Never Changes And Its Works, For All The Talks Of Men, Are Wrapped In Mystery.

The True Peace Of God Begins At Any Spot A Thousand Miles From The Nearest Land.

I Remember My Youth And The Feeling That Will Never Come Back Any More