I Really Don't Know Enough About The

Poetry Will Absorb And Transmute, As It Always Has Done, And Glorify, All That We Can Know.

Forward Into The Untrodden! Courage, Old Man, And Hold On To Your Umbrella!

[at A Musical Concert:] . . . The Music's Pure Algebra Of Enchantment.

I Love You, What Star Do You Live On?

Death Is One Dream Out Of Another Flowing.