Art Like Life Is An Open Secret.

Sorrow Is Implicit In Love As Gravitation Is Implicit In Mass.

Whatever The Heart Desires, It Purchases At The Cost Of Soul

Truth Disappears With The Telling Of It.

To Write A Poem Is Like Trying To Catch A Lizard Without Its Tail Falling Off.

You See, Nothing Matters Except Pleasure - Which Is The Opposite Of Happiness, Its Tragic Part, I Expect.