I Like The Laughter That Opens The

Brothers, He Who Dies Here Dies In The Radiance Of The Future, And We Are Entering A Tomb All Flooded With The Dawn.

Symmetry Is Ennui, And Ennui Is The Very Essence Of Grief And Melancholy. Despair Yawns.

He Loved Books; Books Are Cold But Safe Friends.

Where The Telescope Ends The Microscope Begins, And Which Has The Wider Vision?

Women Play With Their Beauty As Children Do With Their Knives. They Wound Themselves With It.