Out Alone In The Winter Rain, /

Nothing Can Make Injustice Just But Mercy.

Memento Mori And Obey The Lord. Art And Religion Love The Somber Chord.

For, Dear Me, Why Abandon A Belief, Merely Because It Ceases To Be True, Cling To It Long Enough, And Not A Doubt, It Will Turn True Again, For So It Goes.

Time And Tide Wait For No Man, But Time Always Stands Still For A Woman Of 30.

Poetry Is A Way Of Taking Life By The Throat.