It’s A Rare Man Who Is Taken

If She Had Touched Me," He Said Very Softly, "i Would Have Been Hers And Not My Own, Not Ever Again. I Wanted Her To Touch Me But I Could Not Let Her. No Cat Will. We Let Human Beings Caress Us Because It Is Pleasant Enough And Calms Them - But Not Her. The Price Is More Than A Cat Can Pay.

He Thought, Or Said, Or Sang, I Did Not Know That I Was So Empty, To Be So Full.

What Is Plucked Will Grow Again, What Is Slain Lives On, What Is Stolen Will Remain-- What Is Gone Is Gone.

Wisdom Is Finding Joy In Bewilderment

...but The Enchantment Of Error That You Put On Me I Must Wear Forever In Your Eyes.