Your Greatness Is Measured By

If The Wine Is Not Good, Then Throw It Out!

If I Am More Alive Because Love Burns And Chars Me, As A Fire, Given Wood Or Wind, Feels New Elation, It's That He Who Lays Me Low Is My Salvation, And Invigorates The More, The More He Scars Me.

I Couldn't Give You Something Mediocre Even If That's All You Asked For.

Is It Any Wonder, Since, When Near The Fire, I Was Melted And Burned, If Now That It's Extinguished Outside Me, It Besets And Consumes Me Inside, And Bit By Bit Reduces Me To Ashes?

Carving Is Easy, You Just Go Down To The Skin And Stop.