To Shut Your Eyes Is To Travel.

Life Is A Spell So Exquisite That Everything Conspires To Break It.

God's Little Blond Blessing We Have Long Deemed You, And Hope His So-called Will Will Not Compel Him To Revoke You.

Love Can Do All But Raise The Dead.

Unto A Broken Heart No Other One May Go Without The High Prerogative Itself Hath Suffered Too.

If I Read A Book And It Makes My Whole Body So Cold No Fire Can Warm Me, I Know That Is Poetry. If I Feel Physically As If The Top Of My Head Were Taken Off, I Know That Is Poetry. These Are The Only Ways I Know It. Is There Any Other Way?