It Is Better To Be The Hammer

Phosphorescence. Now There's A Word To Lift Your Hat To... To Find That Phosphorescence, That Light Within, That's The Genius Behind Poetry.

The Friend Anguish Reveals Is The Slowest Forgot.

I Dwell In Possibility A Fairer House Than Prose More Numerous Of Windows Superior — For Doors.

Hope Is A Strange Invention - A Patent Of The Heart - In Unremitting Action Yet Never Wearing Out

So Instead Of Getting To Heaven, At Last - I’m Going, All Along.