Beauty Compels Us; Reason Merely Cajoles.

The Time I Kill Is Killing Me.

Every Doctrine Has A Theory Of The Beginning.

Rhyme And Meter Force Gaps In Meaning So The Muse Can Enter.

In The Labyrinth Of A Difficult Text, We Find Unmarked Forks In The Path, Detours, Blind Alleys, Loops That Deliver Us Back To Our Point Of Entry, And Finally The Monster Who Whispers An Unintelligible Truth In Our Ears.

Kindness Eases Everything Almost As Much As Money Does.