And As He, Who With Laboring Breath

I Love To Doubt As Well As Know.

If Thou Follow Thy Star, Thou Canst Not Fail Of Glorious Heaven.

Here We Find The Moat Of Thieves. And Just As A Lizard, With A Quick, Slick Slither, Flicks Across The Highway From Hedge To Hedge, Fleeter Than A Flash, In The Battering Dog-day Weather, A Fiery Little Monster, Livid, In A Rage, Black As Any Peppercorn, Came And Made A Dart At The Guts Of The Others, And Leaping To Engage One Of The Pair, It Pierced Him At The Part Through Which We First Draw Food; Then Loosed Its Grip And Fell Before Him, Outstretched And Apart.

Follow Your Path, And Let The People Talk.

A Mighty Flame Followeth A Tiny Spark.