A Good River Is Nature's

There Is Justice In The World, Peter Lake, But It Cannot Be Had Without Mystery.

If It Weren't For Music, I Would Think That Love Is Mortal.

The Human Race Is Intoxicated With Narrow Victories, For Life Is A String Of Them Like Pearls That Hit The Floor When The Rope Breaks, And Roll Away In Perfection And Anarchy.

It's A Defining Difference, Curiosity. I've Never Known A Stupid Person Who Was Curious, Or A Curious Person Who Was Stupid.

Rigel, Betelgeuse, And Orion. There Was No Finer Church, No Finer Choir, Than The Stars Speaking In Silence To The Many Consumptives Silently Condemned, A Legion Upon The Dark Rooftops. The Wind Came Down From The North Like A Runner In Lacrosse, Violent And Hard, To Batter Every Living Thing. They Were There, Each One Alone In Conversation With The Stars, Mining Ephemeral Love From Cold And Distant Light.