Judge The Moth By The Beauty Of

Paradise Is Surrounded By What We Dislike; The Fires Of Hell Are Surrounded By What We Desire.

I Didn't Come Here Of My Own Accord, And I Can't Leave That Way. Whoever Brought Me Here Will Have To Take Me Home.

All People On The Planet Are Children, Except For A Very Few. No One Is Grown Up Except Those Free Of Desire.

Who Says The Eternal Being Does Not Exist? Who Says The Sun Has Gone Out? Someone Who Climbs Up On The Roof And Closes His Eyes Tight, And Says, I Don't See Anything.

In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems.