Longing Alone Is Singer To The Lute.

To A Young Poet Time Cannot Break The Bird's Wing From The Bird. Bird And Wing Together Go Down, One Feather. No Thing That Ever Flew, Not The Lark, Not You, Can Die As Others Do.

Man Has Never Been The Same Since God Died.

Strange How Few, After Alls Said And Done, The Things That Are Of Moment.

A Person Who Publishes A Book Appears Willfully In Public Eye With His Pants Down.

What Terrible Fear Causes Man To Address The Void As Thou?