Not To Discover Weakness Is The Artifice

The Abdication Of Belief Makes The Behavior Small- Better An Ignis Fatuus Than No Illume At All.

The Loneliness One Dare Not Sound -- And Would As Soon Surmise As In Its Grave Go Plumbing To Ascertain The Size -- The Loneliness Whose Worst Alarm Is Lest Itself Should See -- And Perish From Before Itself For Just A Scrutiny -- The Horror Not To Be Surveyed -- But Skirted In The Dark -- With Consciousness Suspended -- And Being Under Lock -- I Fear Me This -- Is Loneliness -- The Maker Of The Soul Its Caverns And Its Corridors Illuminate -- Or Seal

To Shut Your Eyes Is To Travel.

Forever Is Composed Of Nows.

Dare You See A Soul At The White Heat?