This Is A Puzzling World, And Old

Poetry And Art And Knowledge Are Sacred And Pure.

I'm Not One Of Those That Can See The Cat In The Dairy And Wonder What She's There For.

You Know Nothing About Hope, That Immortal, Delicious Maiden Forever Courted Forever Propitious, Whom Fools Have Called Deceitful, As If It Were Hope That Carried The Cup Of Disappointment, Whereas It Is Her Deadly Enemy, Certainty, Whom She Only Es

Wise Books For Half The Truths They Hold Are Honored Tombs.

Life Began With Waking Up And Loving My Mother's Face.