Execution Is The Chariot Of Genius.

Can I See A Falling Tear, And Not Feel My Sorrow's Share?

The Apple Tree Never Asks The Beech How He Shall Grow, Nor The Lion, The Horse, How He Shall Take His Prey.

This Life's Dim Windows Of The Soul Distorts The Heavens From Pole To Pole And Leads You To Believe A Lie When You See With, Not Through, The Eye.

The Goddess Fortune Is The Devil's Servant, Ready To Kiss Any One's Ass.

Man Has Closed Himself Up, Till He Sees All Things Thro' Narrow Chinks Of His Cavern.