They Give That They May Live, For

A Hermit Is One Who Renounces The World Of Fragments That He May Enjoy The World Wholly And Without Interruption.

Sit By Me, My Beloved, And Listen To My Heart; Smile, For Your Happiness Is A Symbol Of Our Future.

We Are The Sons Of Sorrow; We Are The Poets And The Prophets And The Musicians.

Often Times I Have Hated In Self-defense; If I Were Stronger I Would Not Have Used Such A Weapon.

I Am A Poet Who Composes What Life Proses, And Who Proses What Life Composes.