Intellect Is The Soul Of Man, The

Poetry, Therefore, We Will Call Musical Thought.

Is Not Cant The Materia Prima Of The Devil, From Which All Falsehoods, Imbecilities, Abominations, Body Themselves, From Which No True Thing Can Come? For Cant Is Itself The Properly A Double-distilled Lie, The Second Power Of A Lie.

To The Mean Eye All Things Are Trivial, As Certainly As To The Jaundiced They Are Yellow.

Foolish Men Imagine That Because Judgment For An Evil Thing Is Delayed, There Is No Justice; But Only Accident Here Below. Judgment For An Evil Thing Is Many Times Delayed Some Day Or Two, Some Century Or Two, But It Is Sure As Life, It Is Sure As Death.

The Mystery Of A Person, Indeed, Is Ever Divine To Him That Has A Sense For The Godlike.