A Breeze Discovered My Open Book And

It Was Far In The Sameness Of The Wood; I Was Running With Joy On The Demon's Trail, Though I Knew What I Hunted Was No True God.

There Would Be More Than Ocean-water Broken Before God's Last Put Out The Light Was Spoken.

One Aged Man - One Man - Can't Fill A House.

The Moon For All Her Light And Grace Has Never Learned To Know Her Place.

Diplomacy, N : 1. The Patriotic Art Of Lying For One's Country. 2. The Art Of Letting Someone Have Your Way. 3. The Art Of Saying 'nice Doggy' Until You Can Find A Rock. A Diplomat Is A Man Who Always Remembers A Woman's Birthday But Never Remembers Her Age.