Go Through The Towns And Ask Yourselves

[heraclitus Speaks As If] In Entrancement ... But [also] Truthfully.

Out Of Love, Women Become Entirely What It Is That They Are In The Imaginations Of The Men Who Love Them.

All Isolation Is Wrong So Say The Herd. And Long Didst Thou Belong To The Herd.

In The End We Are Always Rewarded For Our Good Will, Our Patience, Fair-mindedness, And Gentleness With What Is Strange.

Winter, A Bad Guest, Sitteth With Me At Home; Blue Are My Hands With His Friendly Handshaking