I Can Only See Death And More

If It Be Not True To Me, What Care I How True It Be.. Though It Be Not True To Thee, It's Gay And Gospel Truth To Me.

If We Sip The Wine, We Find Dreams Coming Upon Us Out Of The Imminent Night

It Grew Late. Through The Open Door, Stealthily, Came The Scent Of Madonna Lilies, Almost As If It Were Prowling Abroad.

We've Got To Live, No Matter How Many Skies Have Fallen.

Literature Is A Toil And A Snare, A Curse That Bites Deep.