Chameleons Feed On Light And Air: Poets

The Wise Want Love; And Those Who Love Want Wisdom.

My Name Is Ozymandias, King Of Kings: Look On My Works, Ye Mighty, And Despair!

I Pant, I Sink, I Tremble, I Expire!

What Is Love? It Is That Powerful Attraction Towards All That We Conceive, Or Fear, Or Hope Beyond Ourselves.

It Is Only By Hearsay (by Word Of Mouth Passed Down From Generation To Generation) That Whole Peoples Adore The God Of Their Fathers And Of Their Priests: Authority, Confidence, Submission And Custom With Them Take The Place Of Conviction Or Of Proofs: They Prostrate Themselves And Pray, Because Their Fathers Taught Them To Prostrate Themselves And Pray: But Why Did Their Fathers Fall On Their Knees?