You Ask Me What Forces Me To

Loving Is Almost A Substitute For Thinking. Love Is A Burning Forgetfulness Of All Other Things. How Shall We Ask Passion To Be Logical?

Poetry Contains Philosophy As The Soul Contains Reason.

Creation Lives, Grows, And Multiplies; Man Is But A Witness.

There Is Nothing Like A Dream To Create The Future.

A Phenomenon Often Seen. A Sceptic Adhering To A Believer; That Is As Simple As The Law Of The Complementary Colours. What We Lack Attracts Us. Nobody Loves The Light Like The Blind Man.