It Was A Shameful Thing That She

There Are Universes Begging For Gods, Yet He Hangs Around This One Looking For Work.

The Stars Above Will Be Below When Man Has Love.

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.

Dreams Haunted The Riverworld.

Sawbeaked Epitome Of Bodiless Idea, Tossed By Gusts Of Ether, Dive Through Abstract Mists And Raid The Sea Of Fact Eat Rich Strange Fish, Grow Long Bright Feathers, Press Form's Flesh Around Thought's Rib, And So Derive From The Act Of Beauty, Beauty Of The Act.