My Lungs Taste The Air Of Time,blown

The Best Contribution One Can Make To Humanity Is To Improve Oneself.

A Creature Who Has Spent His Life Creating One Particular Representation Of His Selfdom Will Die Rather Than Become The Antithesis Of That Representation

Power Tends To Isolate Those Who Hold Too Much Of It. Eventually, They Lose Touch With Reality ... And Fall.

Ultimately, All Things Are Known Because You Want To Believe You Know.

The Summer Night Comes Brooding Down On Earth, As Love Comes Brooding Down On Human Hearts, With Bliss That Hath No Utterance Save Rich Tears. She Floats In Fragrance Down The Smiling Dark, Foldeth A Kiss Upon The Lips Of Life-- Curtaineth Into Rest The Weary World-- And Shuts Us In With All Our Hid Delights.