I'll Tickle His Catastrophe.

Why Is It That Words Like These Seem Dull And Cold? Is It Because There Is No Word Tender Enough To Be Your Name?

It Is As Painful Perhaps To Be Awakened From A Vision As To Be Born.

Desire's Wind Blasts The Thorntree But After It Becomes From A Bramblebush To Be A Rose Upon The Rood Of Time.

Men Are Governed By Lines Of Intellect - Women: By Curves Of Emotion.

He Found In The World Without As Actual What Was In His World Within As Possible.