Love Is Most Nearly Itself When Here

The Old Should Be Explorers, Be Curious, Risk Transgression, Explore Oldness Itself.

At The Still Point, There The Dance Is.

I Am Moved By Fancies That Are Curled, Around These Images And Cling, The Notion Of Some Infinitely Gentle, Infinitely Suffering Thing.

A Thousand Policemen Directing Traffic Cannot Tell You Why You Come Or Where You Go.

The Definition Of Hell Is A Place Where Nothing Connects With Nothing.