Nothing Ever Becomes Real Till It Is

The Air Is All Softness.

...yes, In Spite Of All, Some Shape Of Beauty Moves Away The Pall From Out Dark Spirits.

Wherein Lies Happiness? In That Which Becks Our Ready Minds To Fellowship Divine, A Fellowship With Essence; Till We Shine, Full Alchemiz’d, And Free Of Space. Behold The Clear Religion Of Heaven!

Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty

A Man's Life Of Any Worth Is A Continual Allegory.