Liberty Is Not A Right

I Have Tried To Write Paradise Do Not Move Let The Wind Speak That Is Paradise. Let The Gods Forgive What I Have Made Let Those I Love Try To Forgive What I Have Made.

Fit For Kings, Formal Gardens Afford An Earthly Elysium And The Odd Impression That We Mere Men Might Actually Control Nature For A Time.

It Is Difficult To Write A Paradiso When All The Superficial Indications Are That You Ought To Write An Apocalypse.

I Would Hold The Rosy, Slender Fingers Of The Dawn For You.

The Difference Between A Gun And A Tree Is A Difference Of Tempo. The Tree Explodes Every Spring.