The Tiger Springs In The New Year.

The Single Rose Is Now The Garden Where All Loves End

Webster Was Much Possessed By Death And Saw The Skull Beneath The Skin.

April Is The Cruelest Month, Breeding Lilacs Out Of The Dead Land, Mixing Memory And Desire, Stirring Dull Roots With Spring Rain.

Where Does One Go From A World Of Insanity? Somewhere On The Other Side Of Despair.

Teach Us To Care And Not To Care