The Past Is Gained, Secure, And On

But Facts Are Facts And Flinch Not.

Things Are Where Things Are, And, As Fate Has Willed, So Shall They Be Fulfilled.

It Is The Glory And Good Of Art, That Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth, To Mouths Like Mine At Least.

When I Love Most, Love Is Disguised. In Hate; And When Hate Is Surprised, In Love, Then I Hate Most.

My Sun Sets To Rise Again.