Defeat May Prove To Have Been The

If You Tame Me, It Would Be As If The Sun Came To Shine On My Life.

And That Heart Which Was A Wild Garden Was Given To Him Who Only Loved Trim Lawns. And The Imbecile Carried The Princess Into Slavery.

When I Opened My Eyes I Saw Nothing But The Pool Of Nocturnal Sky, For I Was Lying On My Back With Out-stretched Arms, Face To Face With That Hatchery Of Stars. Only Half Awake, Still Unaware That Those Depths Were Sky, Having No Roof Between Those Depths And Me, No Branches To Screen Them, No Root To Cling To, I Was Seized With Vertigo And Felt Myself As If Flung Forth And Plunging Downward Like A Diver.

You Know You've Achieved Perfection In Design, Not When You Have Nothing More To Add, But When You Have Nothing More To Take Away.

And At Night I Love To Listen To The Stars. It Is Like Five Hundred Million Little Bells.