Our Thinking Is A Pious Reception.

Words Are Finite Organs Of The Infinite Mind. They Cannot Cover The Dimensions Of What Is In Truth. They Break, Chop, And Impoverish It.

Beware Of What You Want-for You Will Get It.

He Who Does A Good Deed Is Instantly Ennobled. He Who Does A Mean Deed Is By The Action Itself Contracted.

No Love Can Be Bound By Oath Or Covenant To Secure It Against A Higher Love.

Only That Is Poetry Which Cleanses And Mans Me.