"When one tears away the veils and shows them naked, people's souls give off such a pungent smell of decay." - Octave Mirbeau "You see, when weaving a blanket, an Indian woman leaves a flaw in the weaving of that blanket to let the soul out." - Martha Graham "Diseases of the soul are more dangerous and more numerous than those of the body." - Cicero ...

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I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow, say: "With me Died Adonais; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity!" Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when he lay, When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies In darkness? ...

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A widow bird sate mourning for her Love Upon a wintry bough; The frozen wind crept on above, The freezing stream below. There was no leaf upon the forest bare, No flower upon the ground, And little motion in the air Except the mill-wheel's sound. ...

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