To Each Individual The World Will Take

It Is Not Enough To Understand What We Ought To Be, Unless We Know What We Are; And We Do Not Understand What We Are, Unless We Know What We Ought To Be.

Where Does One Go From A World Of Insanity? Somewhere On The Other Side Of Despair.

Someone Said, 'the Dead Writers Are Remote From Us Because We Know So Much More Than They Did.' Precisely, And They Are That Which We Know.

Amongst The Rock One Cannot Stop Or Think

I Should Have Been A Pair Of Ragged Claws/ Scuttling Across The Floors Of Silent Seas.