My Heart Hath Followed All My Days

I Once Heard The Survivors Of A Colony Of Ants That Had Been Partially Obliterated By A Cow's Foot Seriously Debating The Intention Of The Gods Towards Their Civilization.

Poetry Is What Milton Saw When He Went Blind.

As The Skull Of The Man Grows Broader, So Do His Creeds. And His Gods They Are Shaped In His Image And Mirror His Needs. And He Clothes Them With Thunders And Beauty, He Clothes Them With Music And Fire, Seeing Not, As He Bows By Their Altars, That He Worships His Own Desire.

Every Cloud Has Its Silver Lining But It Is Sometimes A Little Difficult To Get It To The Mint.

That Stern And Rockbound Coast Felt Like An Amateur When It Saw How Grim The Puritans That Landed On It Were.