Why Does My Muse Only Speak When

One Never Knows Really How Things Are With Other People, They Just Do Always Seem More Spirited Than Oneself Somehow.

Into The Dark Night Resignedly I Go, I Am Not So Afraid Of The Dark Night As The Friends I Do Not Know, I Do Not Fear The Night Above As I Fear The Friends Below.

Nothing Is More Wistful Than The Scent Of Lilac, Nor More Robust Than Its Woody Stalk, For We Must Remember That It Is A Tree As Well As A Flower, We Must Try Not To Forget This.

A Great Artist ... Takes What He Did Not Make And Makes Of It Something That Only He Can Make.

Life May Be Treacherous, But You Can Always Depend On Death.