Poetry Heals The Wounds Inflicted By Reason.

Hypotheses Are Nets: Only He Who Casts Will Catch.

In A Work Of Art, Chaos Must Shimmer Through The Veil Of Order.

Darwin Remarks That We Are Less Dazzled By The Light At Waking, If We Have Been Dreaming Of Visible Objects. Happy Are Those Who Have Here Dreamt Of A Higher Vision! They Will The Sooner Be Able To Endure The Glories Of The World To Come.

All Power Appears Only In Transition. Permanent Power Is Stuff.

Our Bodies Are Molded Rivers.