Remorse Weeps Tears Of Blood.

Be That Blind Bard Who On The Chian Strand, By Those Deep Sounds Possessed With Inward Light, Beheld The Iliad And The Odyssey Rise To The Swelling Of The Voiceful Sea.

One Thought Includes All Thought, In The Sense That A Grain Of Sand Includes The Universe.

And In Today Already Walks Tomorrow.

I Stood In Unimaginable Trance And Agony That Cannot Be Remembered.

Never Pursue Literature As A Trade.