The Treasures Of The Earth Were Movement,

...to Be Paid For One's Joy Is To Steal.

I Saw How Greatly He Suffered The Requirement Of Being Clever. It Separated Him From His Soul, And It Didn't Get Him Anything Other Than A Living

I've Imagined Great Victories, And I've Imagined Great Races. The Races Are Better.

Particularly As A Jew, I Don't Like Missionary Work. I've Had It Focused On Me, And I Don't Like It. Let People Be What They Want To Be.

Rigel, Betelgeuse, And Orion. There Was No Finer Church, No Finer Choir, Than The Stars Speaking In Silence To The Many Consumptives Silently Condemned, A Legion Upon The Dark Rooftops. The Wind Came Down From The North Like A Runner In Lacrosse, Violent And Hard, To Batter Every Living Thing. They Were There, Each One Alone In Conversation With The Stars, Mining Ephemeral Love From Cold And Distant Light.