You Throw The Sand Against The Wind

One Power Alone Makes A Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision.

The Busy Bee Has No Time For Sorrow.

Innocence Dwells With Wisdom, But Never With Ignorance.

He Who Desires, But Acts Not, Breeds Pestilence.

Time Is The Mercy Of Eternity; Without Time's Swiftness Which Is The Swiftest Of All Things, All Were Eternal Torment.