Always See A Fellows Weak Point In

[a Writer Is] A Priest Of Eternal Imagination, Transmuting The Daily Bread Of Experience Into The Radiant Body Of Everliving Life.

What Did It Avail To Pray When He Knew His Soul Lusted After Its Own Destruction?

Theologians Consider That It Was The Sin Of Pride, The Sinful Thought Conceived In An Instant: Non Serviam: I Will Not Serve. That Instant Was His [lucifer's] Ruin.

But My Body Was Like A Harp And Her Words And Gestures Were Like Fingers Running Upon The Wires.

I Am Quite Content To Go Down To Posterity As A Scissors And Paste Man For That Seems To Me A Harsh But Not Unjust Description