Beauty Is Not Caused. It Is.

He Ate And Drank The Precious Words, His Spirit Grew Robust; He Knew No More That He Was Poor, Nor That His Frame Was Dust.

Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup.

The Soul Should Always Stand Ajar, Ready To Welcome The Ecstatic Experience.

A Toad, Can Die Of Light - Death Is The Common Right Of Toads And Men

Superiority To Fate Is Difficult To Gain 'tis Not Conferred Of Any But Possible To Earn.