The Darkness Declares The Glory Of Light.

Where Does One Go From A World Of Insanity? Somewhere On The Other Side Of Despair.

No Poet, No Artist Of Any Art, Has His Complete Meaning Alone. His Significance, His Appreciation Is The Appreciation Of His Relation To The Dead Poets And Artists. You Cannot Value Him Alone; You Must Set Him, For Contrast And Comparison, Among The Dead.

Weave, Weave The Sunlight In Your Hair-

If You Do Not Push The Boundaries, You Will Never Know Where They Are.

Winter Kept Us Warm, Covering Earth In Forgetful Snow