There Was Never A Child So Lovely

We Are Symbols, And Inhabit Symbols.

Perception Is A Mirror Not A Fact. And What I Look On Is My State Of Mind, Reflected Outward.

My Hours Are Peaceful Centuries.

Two May Talk And One May Hear, But Three Cannot Take Part In A Conversation Of The Most Sincere And Searching Sort.

A Poem, A Sentence, Causes Us To See Ourselves. I Be, And I See My Being, At The Same Time.