The End Is Where We Start From.

My Name Is Only An Anagram Of Toilets.

The Sense Of Wellbeing! Its Often With Us When We Are Young, But Then It's Not Noticed; And By The Time One Has Grown To Consciousness It Comes Less Often.

The Hint Half Guessed, The Gift Half Understood, Is Incarnation.

Time Present And Time Past / Are Both Perhaps Present In Time Future.

When A Poet's Mind Is Perfectly Equipped For Its Work, It Is Constantly Amalgamating Disparate Experience ?in The Mind Of The Poet These Experiences Are Always Forming New Wholes.