Nods From The Gilded Pointers - Nods

Narcotics Cannot Still The Tooth. That Nibbles At The Soul

I Am One Of The Lingering Bad Ones, And So Do I Slink Away, And Pause, And Ponder, And Ponder, And Pause, And Do Work Without Knowing Why - Not Surely For This Brief World, And More Sure It Is Not For Heaven - And I Ask What This Message Of Christ Means.

You Cannot Put A Fire Out! A Thing That Can Ignite Can Go Itself- Without A Flame- E'en Through The Darkest Night!

The Appetite For Silence Is Seldom An Acquired Taste.

Write Me Of Hope And Love, And Hearts That Endured.