And The Lost Heart Stiffens And Rejoices

Poetry Is Not A Turning Loose Of Emotion, But An Escape From Emotion.

People Exercise An Unconscious Selection In Being Influenced.

If All Time Is Eternally Present, All Time Is Unredeemable

Between The Idea And The Reality Between The Motion And The Act Falls The Shadow For Thine Is The Kingdom Between The Conception And The Creation Between The Emotion And The Response Falls The Shadow Life Is Very Long Between The Desire And The Spasm Between The Potency And The Existence Between The Essence And The Descent Falls The Shadow For Thine Is The Kingdom For Thine Is Life Is For Thine Is The This Is The Way The World Ends This Is The Way The World Ends This Is The Way The World Ends Not With A Bang But A Whimper.

Humankind Cannot Bear Very Much Reality.