Be Warm, Be Pure, Be Amorous, But

A Drop Of Ink May Make A Million Think.

Sorrow Is Knowledge, Those That Know The Most Must Mourn The Deepest, The Tree Of Knowledge Is Not The Tree Of Life.

The Dew Of Compassion Is A Tear.

The Bright Sun Was Extinguish'd, And The Stars Did Wander Darkling In The Eternal Space.

[my Advice] Will One Day Be Found With Other Relics Of 'a Former World,' When This World Shall Be Former, Underground, Thrown Topsy-turvy, Twisted, Crisped, And Curled, Baked, Fried Or Burnt, Turned Inside-out, Or Drowned, Like All The Worlds Before, Which Have Been Hurled First Out Of, And Then Back Again To Chaos, The Superstratum Which Will Overlay Us.