The Destination Cannot Be Described; / You

You Have To Risk Going Too Far To Discover Just How Far You Can Really Go.

The Young Feel Tired At The End Of An Action, The Old At The Beginning.

Art Is The Escape From Personality.

Of Lovers Whose Bodies Smell Of Each Other Who Think The Same Thoughts Without Need Of Speech

Because I Do Not Hope To Turn Again Because I Do Not Hope Because I Do Not Hope To Turn Desiring This Man's Gift And That Man's Scope I No Longer Strive To Strive Towards Such Things (why Should The Aged Eagle Stretch Its Wings?) Why Should I Mourn The Vanished Power Of The Usual Reign?