Rapture's Self Is Three Parts Sorrow.

Happiness, To Some, Is Elation; To Others It Is Mere Stagnation.

All Books Are Either Dreams Or Swords, You Can Cut, Or You Can Drug, With Words.

Brighter Than Fireflies Upon The Uji River Are Your Words In The Dark, Beloved.

My Words Are Little Jars For You To Take And Put Upon A Shelf. Their Shapes Are Quaint And Beautiful, And They Have Many Pleasant Colours And Lustres To Recommend Them. Also The Scent From Them Fills The Room With Sweetness Of Flowers And Crushed Grasses.

Everything Mortal Has Moments Immortal