My Friends Are My Estate.

Surgeons Must Be Very Careful When They Take The Knife! Underneath Their Fine Incisions Stirs The Culprit-life!

There's A Certain Slant Of Light, On Winter Afternoons, That Oppresses, Like The Weight Of Cathedral Tunes.

It Sounded As If The Streets Were Running, And Then The Streets Stood Still.

A Letter Is A Joy Of Earth - It Is Denied The Gods

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense, To A Discerning Eye.