The Prince Is Never Going To Come.

It Seems An Insult To The Night To Speak Of Purpose And Intent, When This Common Moment Is So Brimming Full Of Blessed Design Tranquility. All Things Follow Their Course.

I Am An Unwilling Devil. I Cry Like Some Vagrant Child. I Want To Go Home.

I'm Gentleman Death In Silk And Lace, Come To Put Out The Candles. The Canker In The Heart Of The Rose.

I’d Thought I Knew What Beauty Was In Women; But She’d Surpassed All The Language I Had For It.

Words Are Like Gems To Me... Imagine Yourself Walking Through A Very Shallow Stream And Picking Up Beautiful Stones That Catch Your Eye... That's What Names Are Like For Me.