The House, The Stars, The Desert --

It's Hard Luck Always Having To Be A Judge.

On Ne Sait Jamais! One Never Knows!

Each Man Carries Within Him The Soul Of A Poet Who Died Young.

What He Had Yearned To Embrace Was Not The Flesh But A Down Spirit, A Spark, The Impalpable Angel That Inhabits The Flesh.

I Shall Never Again Admire A Merely Brave Man.