He Deposes Doom Who Hath Suffered Him.

To Die Before One Fears To Die May Be A Boon.

We Do Not Play On Graves— Because There Isn't Room— Besides—it Isn't Even—it Slants And People Come— And Put A Flower On It— And Hang Their Faces So— We're Fearing That Their Hearts Will Drop— And Crush Our Pretty Play— And So We Move As Far As Enemies—away— Just Looking Round To See How Far It Is—occasionally—

The Soul Should Always Stand Ajar.

I Imagine Therefore I Belong And Am Free.

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Or Else It Does Not Care