Accident Is Design / And Design Is

History May Be Servitude. History May Be Freedom. See, Now They Vanish. The Faces And Places, With The Self Which, As It Could, Loved Them, To Become Renewed, Transfigured, In Another Pattern.

There Will Be Time To Murder And Create.

For Every Life And Every Act Consequence Of Good And Evil Can Be Shown And As In Time Results Of Many Deeds Are Blended So Good And Evil In The End Become Confounded.

The Usual Dog About The Town Is Much Inclined To Play The Clown.

There Is One Who Remembers The Way To Your Door: Life You May Evade, But Death You Shall Not.