Doubt Is The Shadow Of Truth.

Sorrow Is A Stone That Crushes A Single Bearer To The Ground, While Two Are Able To Carry It With Ease.

Remember That Thy Heart Will Shed Its Pleasures As Thine Eye Its Tears, And Both Leave Loathsome Furrows.

I Run The Gauntlet Of A File Of Doubts, Each One Of Which Down Hurls Me To The Ground.

Blest Is He Whose Heart Is The Home Of The Great Dead And Their Great Thoughts.

Night Brings Out Stars As Sorrow Shows Us Truths.