You Keep To Your Own Ways And

I Freeze And Burn, Love Is Bitter And Sweet, My Sighs Are Tempests And My Tears Are Floods, I Am In Ecstasy And Agony, I Am Possessed By Memories Of Her And I Am In Exile From Myself.

He Loves But Lightly Who His Love Can Tell.

I Saw The Tracks Of Angels In The Earth: The Beauty Of Heaven Walking By Itself On The World.

There Is No Lighter Burden, Nor More Agreeable, Than A Pen.

You Keep To Your Own Ways And Leave Mine To Me.