Life's Not A Paragraph And Death I

The Eyes Of My Eyes Are Opened.

Wholly To Be A Fool While Spring Is In The World My Blood Approves, And Kisses Are A Far Better Fate Than Wisdom Lady I Swear By All Flowers.

Time's A Strange Fellow; More He Gives Than Takes (and He Takes All).

Who Pays Any Attention To The Syntax Of Things Will Never Wholly Kiss You

Because You Aren't Afraid To Kiss The Dirt (and Consequently Dare To Climb The Sky)