Being, Not Doing, Is My First Joy.

Reason? That Dreary Shed, That Hutch For Grubby Schoolboys.

The Darkness Has It's Own Light.

What's Important? That Which Is Dug Out Of Books, Or Out Of The Guts?

The Damage Of Teaching: The Constant Contact With The Undeveloped.

All Lovers Live By Longing, And Endure: Summon A Vision And Declare It Pure.