The black crow thinketh her own birds white.

- Gavin Douglas

And all my endeavours are unlucky explorers come back, abandoning the expedition; the specimens, the lilies of ambition still spring in their climate…

- Gavin Douglas

Remember me when I am dead and simplify me when I'm dead.

- Gavin Douglas

If at times my eyes are lenses through which the brain explores constellations of feeling my ears yielding like swinging doors admit princes to the c…

- Gavin Douglas