Make Not Thyself The Judge Of Any

Our Ingress Into The World Was Naked And Bare; Our Progress Through The World Is Trouble And Care.

When Christ Ascended Triumphantly From Star To Star He Left The Gates Of Heaven Ajar.

The Holiest Of All Holidays Are Those Kept By Ourselves In Silence And Apart; The Secret Anniversaries Of The Heart, When The Full River Of Feeling Overflows;- The Happy Days Unclouded To Their Close; The Sudden Joys That Our Of Darkness Start As Flames From Ashes; Swift Desires That Dart Like Swallows Singing Down Each Wind That Blows!

Decide Not Rashly. The Decision Made Can Never Be Recalled. The Gods Implore Not, Plead Not, Solicit Not; They Only Offer Choice And Occasion, Which Once Being Passed Return No More. Dost Thou Accept The Gift?

My Own Thoughts Are My Companions.