There Is No Man Can Take, There

It Is No Madness To Say You Will Fall, You Great Cities.

We Are Voyagers, Discoverers Of The Not-known, The Unrecorded; We Have No Map; Possibly We Will Reach Haven, Heaven.

I Could Not Accept From Wisdom What Love Taught, Woman Is Perfect.

Music Sets Up Ladders, It Makes Us Invisible, It Sets Us Apart, It Lets Us Escape; But From The Visible There Is No Escape.

O Ruthless, Perilous, Imperious Hate, You Can Not Thwart The Promptings Of My Soul.