Irony is the kid who steals music and is stolen by the music.

Small men command the letter of the law. Great men serve its spirit. For the spirit of the law is justice... and justice is the spirit of God.

I am five, I will never understand
why we are stranded in our selves
but in this moment I know
my own story
is understanding our singleness
that I am destined to move my body and time
into the body-time
the story
of Others.

If epic poetry is a definite species, the sagas do not fall within it.

I live not in myself, but I become
Portion of that around me: and to me
High mountains are a feeling, but the hum
of human cities torture.

Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?