Unable Are The Loved To Die, For

The Past Is Not A Package One Can Lay Away.

Nature Is A Haunted House--but Art--is A House That Tries To Be Haunted.

Faith Is A Fine Invention When Gentlemen Can See, But Microscopes Are Prudent In An Emergency.

By Chivalries As Tiny, A Blossom, Or A Book, The Seeds Of Smiles Are Planted- Which Blossom In The Dark.

Afraid? Of Whom Am I Afraid? Not Death. For Who Is He?