Truth Is Within Ourselves.

For Sudden The Worst Turns The Best To The Brave, The Black Minute's At End, And The Elements' Rage, The Fiend Voices That Rave, Shall Dwindle, Shall Blend, Shall Change, Shall Become First A Peace Out Of Pain, Then A Light, Then Thy Breast, O Thou Soul Of My Soul! I Shall Clasp Thee Again, And With God Be The Rest!

If All The World Is A Stage And Life Is Just A Play Upon It, Get Me Two Seats In The Stalls.

The Curious Crime, The Fine Felicity And Flower Of Wickedness.

Poetry, Like Love, Is Something We Never Truly Say Goodbye To.

No Work Begun Shall Ever Pause For Death.