The Heart Of Man Is The Place

I Have Often Admired The Mystical Way Of Pythagoras, And The Secret Magick Of Numbers.

Life Itself Is But The Shadow Of Death, And Souls Departed But The Shadows Of The Living: All Things Fall Under This Name. The Sun Itself Is But The Dark Simulacrum, And The Light But The Shadow Of God.

Be Charitable Before Wealth Make Thee Covetous, And Loose Not The Glory Of The Mite.

As Reason Is A Rebel To Faith, So Passion Is A Rebel To Reason.

But Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave, Solemnizing Nativities And Deaths With Equal Lustre, Nor Omitting Ceremonies Of Bravery, In The Infamy Of His Nature. Life Is A Pure Flame, And We Live By An Invisible Sun Within Us.