Death, Thou Art Infinite; It Is Life

Dreams Are Rudiments Of The Great State To Come. We Dream What Is About To Happen.

Necessity, Like Electricity, Is In Ourselves And All Things, And No More Without Us Than Within Us.

Simplicity Is Natures First Step, And The Last Of Art.

Obey Thy Genius, For A Minister It Is Unto The Throne Of Fate. Draw To Thy Soul, And Centralize The Rays Which Are Around Of The Divinity.

We Must Not Pluck Death From The Maker's Hand.