Never Let A Fool Kiss

Where Books Are Burnt, Men Finish Up Being Burnt Too.

The Years Keep Coming And Going, Men Will Arise & Depart; Only One Thing Is Immortal: The Love That Is In My Heart.

The Great Pulsation Of Nature Beats Too In My Breast, And When I Carol Aloud, I Am Answered By A Thousand-fold Echo. I Hear A Thousand Nightingales. Spring Hath Sent Them To Awaken Earth From Her Morning Slumber, And Earth Trembles With Ecstasy, Her Flowers Are Hymns, Which She Sings In Inspiration To The Sun.

A Brainiac Notices Everything, An Ignoramus Comments About Everything.

Like A Great Poet, Nature Knows How To Produce The Greatest Effects With The Most Limited Means.