Wan Night, The Shadow Goer, Came Stepping

Worthy Books Are Not Companions – They Are Solitudes: We Lose Ourselves In Them And All Our Cares.

Men Might Be Better If We Better Deemed Of Them.

Application Is The Price To Be Paid For Mental Acquisition. To Have The Harvest, We Must Sow The Seed.

Could We But Think With The Intensity We Love With, We Might Do Great Things.

O, There Is Naught On Earth Worth Being Known But God And Our Own Souls!