A Day Will Come When A Cannon

Our Mind Is Enriched By What We Receive, Our Heart By What We Give.

Women Play With Their Beauty As Children Do With Their Knives. They Wound Themselves With It.

When Two Mouths, Made Sacred By Love, Draw Near To Each Other To Create, It Is Impossible, That Above That Ineffable Kiss There Should Not Be A Thrill In The Immense Mystery Of The Stars.

There Is A Determined Though Unseen Bravery That Defends Itself Foot By Foot In The Darkness Against The Fatal Invasions Of Necessity And Dishonesty. Noble And Mysterious Triumphs That No Eye Sees, And No Fame Rewards, And No Flourish Of Triumph Salutes. Life, Misfortunes, Isolation, Abandonment, Poverty, Are Battlefields That Have Their Heroes; Obscure Heroes, Sometimes Greater Than The Illustrious Heroes.

Symmetry Is Tedious, And Tedium Is The Very Basis Of Mourning. Despair Yawns.