Till It Has Loved, No Man Or

The Supernatural Is Only The Natural Disclosed.

The Sailor Cannot See The North / But Knows The Needle Can.

The Appetite For Silence Is Seldom An Acquired Taste.

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense -- To A Discerning Eye -- Much Sense -- The Starkest Madness -- 'tis The Majority In This, As All, Prevail -- Assent -- And You Are Sane -- Demur -- You're Straightway Dangerous -- And Handled With A Chain --

That It Will Never Come Again Is What Makes Life Sweet.