A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
Every story is a journey, and every journey is a story.
The task of the writer is to unearth the secrets that are buried in the heart of man.
But only in their dreams can men be truly free. Twas always thus, and always thus will be.