Knowledge By Suffering Entereth, And Life Is

Large, Musing Eyes, Neither Joyous Nor Sorry.

We Can't Separate Our Humanity From Our Poetry.

Where Christ Brings His Cross He Brings His Presence; And Where He Is None Are Desolate, And There Is No Room For Despair.

Souls Are Gregarious In A Sense, But No Soul Touches Another, As A General Rule.

Every Age, Through Being Beheld Too Close, Is Ill-discerned By Those Who Have Not Lived Past It.