The Definition Of Hell Is A Place

I Read, Much Of The Night, And Go South In The Winter.

Poetry Is A Mug's Game.

The Fool,fixed In His Folly,may Think He Can Turn The Wheel On Which He Turns.

Destiny Waits In The Hand Of God, Not In The Hands Of Statesmen.

Quick Now, Here, Now, Always- A Condition Of Complete Simplicity (costing Not Less Than Everything) And All Shall Be Well And All Manner Of Thing Shall Be Well When The Tongues Of Flame Are In-folded Into The Crowned Knot Of Fire And The Fire And The Rose Are One.