Conscious Writing Can Be The Death Of

The Mind Is An Enchanting Thing Is An Enchanted Thing, Like The Glaze On A Katydid-wing Subdivided By Sun Till The Nettings Are Legion.

That Which Is Impossible To Force, It Is Impossible To Hinder.

I'm Troubled. I'm Dissatisfied. I'm Irish.

You Are Not Male Nor Female, But A Plan Deep-set Within The Heart Of Man.

The Self Does Not Realize Itself Most Fully When Self-realization Is Its Most Constant Aim.