Death Should Take Me While I Am

The Traveller Knows Not Who May Be Concealed By The Innumerable Trunks And The Thick Boughs Overhead; So That With Lonely Footsteps He May Yet Be Passing Through An Unseen Multitude.

Oh, For The Years I Have Not Lived, But Only Dreamed Of Living.

There Is No Greater Bugbear Than A Strong Willed Relative In The Circle Of His Own Connections.

A Bodily Disease Which We Look Upon As Whole And Entire Within Itself, May After All, Be But A Symptom Of Some Ailment In The Spiritual Part.

Let The Black Flower Blossom As It May!