Tell Me, And Then Again Show Me,

...she Woke Up In Time To See The Sun Sending Up Spies Ahead Of Him To Mark Out The Road Through The Dark. He Peeped Up Over The Door Sill Of The World And Made A Little Foolishness With Red.

You Have No Idea, Sir, How Difficult It Is To Be The Victim Of Benevolence.

There Is A Basin In The Mind Where Words Float Around On Thought And Thought On Sound And Sight. Then There Is A Depth Of Thought Untouched By Words, And Deeper Still A Gulf Of Formless Feelings Untouched By Thought.

No Hour Is Ever Eternity, But It Has Its Right To Weep.

I Know That Nothing Is Destructible; Things Merely Change Forms.