Most Of The Evil In This World

Wait Without Thought, For You Are Not Ready For Thought.

Turn Things You've Always Wanted To Do, Into Things You've Done

In Our Rhythm Of Earthly Life We Tire Of Light. We Are Glad When The Day Ends, When The Play Ends; And Ecstasy Is Too Much Pain.

I Gotta Use Words To Talk To You.

No Poet, No Artist Of Any Art, Has His Complete Meaning Alone.