It Was A Shameful Thing That She

Imagination Is Like A Muscle. I Found Out That The More I Wrote, The Bigger It Got.

Beauty In This Iron Age Must Turn, From Fluid Living Rainbow Shapes To Torn, And Sootened Fragments, Ashes In An Urn, On Whose Gray Surface Runes Are Traced By A Norn, Who Hopes To Wake The Future To Arise, In Phoenix-fashion, And To Shine With Rays, To Blast The Sight Of Modern Men Whose Dyes, Of Selfishness And Lust Have Stained Our Days...

All The Human Beings I Met Were Either Sure That There Would Be No Afterlife Or Else That They Would Get Preferential Treatment In The Hereafter.

The Stars Above Will Be Below When Man Has Love.

Burton Did Not Believe In Miracles . Nothing Happened That Could Not Be Explained By Physical Principles If You Knew All The Facts .