Two Fixed Ideas Can No More Exist

Love Passed, The Muse Appeared, The Weather Of Mind Got Clarity New-found; Now Free, I Once More Weave Together Emotion, Thought, And Magic Sound.

It's A Lucky Man, A Very Lucky Man, Who Is Committed To What He Believes, Who Has Stifled Intellectual Detachment And Can Relax In The Luxury Of His Emotions - Like A Tipsy Traveller Resting For The Night At Wayside Inn.

My Whole Life Has Been Pledged To This Meeting With You.

I Am Married And Happy. My Only Wish Is That Nothing Will Change.

A Deception That Elevates Us Is Dearer Than A Host Of Low Truths.