It Is Not Being Out At Heels

A 'fact' Merely Marks The Point Where We Have Agreed To Let Investigation Cease.

The Scarlet Of The Maples Can Shake Me Like A Cry Of Bugles Going By. And My Lonely Spirit Thrills To See The Frosty Asters Like A Smoke Upon The Hills.

I Heard The Spring Light Whisper Above The Dancing Stream, The World Is Made Forever In Likeness Of A Dream.

I Often Wish... That I Could Rid The World Of The Tyranny Of Facts. What Are Facts But Compromises? A Fact Merely Marks The Point Where We Have Agreed To Let Investigation Cease.

Love Manifests Itself In Our Bodies As Instinctive Craving, In Our Souls As Devotion, And In Our Minds As Pride.