Life Is A Loom, Weaving Illusion.

God Lead Us Past The Setting Of The Sun To Wizard Islands, Of August Surprise; God Make Our Blunders Wise.

Change The Fabric Of Your Own Soul And Your Own Visions, And You Change All.

I Think On Death As The Apparent End Of The Illusions That Encompass Us. They All Have A Sudden And Unexpected End, That Challenges Any Faith We Have Pinned To Their Worth.

Let Not Young Souls Be Smothered Out Before They Do Quaint Deeds And Fully Flaunt Their Pride.

Authors And Uncaptured Criminals Are The Only People Free From Routine.