You Shall Not Dwell In

A Hermit Is One Who Renounces The World Of Fragments That He May Enjoy The World Wholly And Without Interruption.

If Aught I Have Said Is Truth, That Truth Shall Reveal Itself In A Clearer Voice, And In Words More Kin To Your Thoughts.

The Poet Is A Bird Of Strange Moods. He Descends From His Lofty Domain To Tarry Among Us, Singing; If We Do Not Honor Him He Will Unfold His Wings And Fly Back To His Dwelling Place.

Your Living Is Determined Not So Much By What Life Brings To You As By The Attitude You Bring To Life; Not So Much By What Happens To You As By The Way Your Mind Looks At What Happens.

When Love Beckons To You, Follow Him, Though His Ways Are Hard And Steep. And When His Wings Enfold You Yield To Him, Though The Sword Hidden Among His Pinions May Wound You.