The Soul Has Illusions As The Bird

Wisdom And Eloquence Are Not Always United.

It Seems As Though, At The Approach Of A Certain Dark Hour, The Light Of Heaven Infills Those Who Are Leaving The Light Of Earth.

The Flesh Is The Upper Surface Of The Unknown.

It Is An Unpleasant Thing To Go To Bed Without Supper, It Is A Still Less Pleasant Thing Not To Sup And Not To Know Where One Is To Sleep.

Slaves Would Be Tyrants Were The Chance Theirs.