Angels Have Very Nasty Tempers.

We’re Too Much Ourselves. Afraid Of Letting Go Of What We Are, In Case We Are Nothing, And Holding On So Tight, We Lose Everything Else.

She Was A Sea: And I Had To Swim In Her.

Journey To The End Of Day, Come The Fire-fly, Come The Moon; Say A Prayer For God's Good Grace And Sleep With Lore Upon Your Face.

There Are Lives Lived For Love, And Lives Lived For Art. We, Happy Band, Have Chosen The Later Persuasion.

You Must Be Careful With Kindness. It's Usually Mistaken For Weakness By Stupid People.