Rest Is For The Dead.

A Mind That Has Seen, And Suffered, And Done, Speaks To Us Of What It Has Tried And Conquered.

Not One False Man But Doth Uncountable Evil.

Is Man’s Civilization Only A Wrappage, Through Which The Savage Nature Of Him Can Still Burst, Infernal As Ever?

No Good Book, Or Good Thing Of Any Sort, Shows Its Best Face At First.

Worship Is Transcendent Wonder.