The Art Of Letters Will Come To

When Words Cease To Cling Close To Things, Kingdoms Fall, Empires Wane And Diminish.

The Rustling Of The Silk Is Discontinued, Dust Drifts Over The Courtyard, There Is Not Sound Of Footfall, And The Leaves Scurry Into Heaps And Lie Still, And She The Rejoicer Of The Heart Is Beneath Them: A Wet Leaf That Clings To The Threshold.

Genius... Is The Capacity To See Ten Things Where The Ordinary Man Sees One.

The Ant's A Centaur In His Dragon World.

Fundamental Accuracy Of Statement Is The One Sole Morality Of Writing.