No Hour Is Ever Eternity, But It

If Writers Were Too Wise, Perhaps No Books Would Get Written At All. It Might Be Better To Ask Yourself 'why?”'afterwards Than Before There Is No Agony Like Bearing An Untold Story Inside You.

Among The Thousand White Persons, I Am A Dark Rock Surged Upon, And Overswept.

Most Things Are Born In The Mothering Darkness And Most Things Die. Darkness Is The Womb Of Creation, My Boy. But The Sun With His Seven Horns Of Flame Is The Father Of Life.

Love, I Find, Is Like Singing.

Love Makes Your Soul Crawl Out From Its Hiding Place.