For Truth And The Spirit Will Abide

Let Your Bending In The Archer's Hand Be For Gladness, For Even As He Loves The Arrow That Flies, So He Loves Also The Bow That Is Stable.

No Lower Can A Man Descend Than To Interpret His Dreams Into Gold And Silver.

Out Of My Deeper Heart A Bird Rose And Flew Skywards. Higher And Higher Did It Rise, Yet Larger And Larger Did It Grow. At First It Was But Like A Swallow, Then A Lark, Then An Eagle, Then As Vast As A Spring Cloud, And Then It Filled The Starry Heavens. Out Of My Heart A Bird Flew Skywards. And It Waxed Larger As It Flew. Yet It Left Not My Heart.

Wit Is Often A Mask. If You Tear It You Will Find Either Genius Irritated Or Cleverness Juggling.

Poetry Is A Deal Of Joy And Pain And Wonder, With A Dash Of The Dictionary.