How Can Such Deep-imprinted Images Sleep In

As The Stag Which The Huntsman Has Hit Flies Through Bush And Brake, Over Stock And Stone, Thereby Exhausting His Strength But Not Expelling The Deadly Bullet From His Body; So Does Experience Show That They Who Have Troubled Consciences Run From Place To Place, But Carry With Them Wherever They Go Their Dangerous Wounds.

Joy Makes Us Giddy, Dizzy.

The Superstition In Which We Grew Up, Though We May Recognize It, Does Not Lose Its Power Over Us.-not All Are Free Who Make Mock Of Their Chains.

We Moderns Do Not Believe In Demigods, But Our Smallest Hero We Expect To Feel And Act As A Demigod.

Did The Almighty, Holding In His Right Hand Truth, And In His Left Hand Search After Truth, Deign To Proffer Me The One I Might Prefer, In All Humility, But Without Hesitation, I Should Request Search After Truth.