Dip Him In The River

For Everything Exists And Not One Sigh Nor Smile Nor Tear, One Hair Nor Particle Of Dust, Not One Can Pass Away.

One Power Alone Makes A Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision.

Imitation Is Criticism.

The Hand Of Vengeance Found The Bed To Which The Purple Tyrant Fled The Iron Hand Crush'd The Tyrant's Head And Became Tyrant In His Stead.

The Woman That Does Not Love Your Frowns Will Never Embrace Your Smiles.