I Have Plenty Of Machinery Around Me;

Go Where We May, Rest Where We Will, Eternal London Haunts Us Still.

From Plants That Wake When Others Sleep, From Timid Jasmine Buds That Keep Their Odour To Themselves All Day, But When The Sunlight Dies Away Let The Delicious Secret Out To Every Breeze That Roams About.

The Devil...the Prowde Spirite...cannot Endure To Be Mocked.

Love Doesn't Demand Perfection, But It Does Ask You To Give Yourself With Less Reserve Than You'd Prefer.

A Genuine Odyssey Is Not About Piling Up Experiences. It Is A Deeply Felt, Risky, Unpredictable Tour Of The Soul.