No Pen, No Ink, No

Absence, The Highest Form Of Presence.

Life Is The Great Teacher.

I Confess That I Do Not See What Good It Does To Fulminate Against The English Tyranny While The Roman Tyranny Occupies The Palace Of The Soul.

My Words In Her Mind: Cold Polished Stones Sinking Through A Quagmire.

They Lived And Laughed And Loved And Left.