Where Shall The Word Be Found, Where

The Soul Of Man Must Quicken To Creation.

You Have To Risk Going Too Far To Discover Just How Far You Can Really Go.

What We Know Of Other People's Only Our Memory Of The Moments During Which We Knew Them.

Ash On An Old Man's Sleeve / Is All The Ash The Burnt Roses Leave, / Dust In The Air Suspended / Marks The Place Where A Story Ended.

In The Faint Moonlight, The Grass Is Singing