This Story Is About Love,

Everybody Should Fear Only One Person, And That Person Should Be Himself .

Now We Have Lit A Candle To The Power Of Atoms; Now We Know We're Heirs Of Light Itself.

Can Imagination Act Perpendicular To Fact? Can It Be A Kite That Flies Till The Earth , Umbrella-wise, Folds And Drops Away From Sight?

Resurrection, Like Politics, Makes Strange Bedfellows.

Reader, Pray That Soon This Iron Age Will Crumble, And Beauty Escape The Rusting Cage.