Dream In Light Years, Challenge Miles, Walk

Love Is Familiar. Love Is A Devil. There Is No Evil Angel But Love." -

Neither My Place, Nor Aught I Heard Of Business, Hath Raised Me From My Bed; Nor Doth The General Care Take Hold On Me; For My Particular Grief Is Of So Floodgate And O'erbearing Nature That It Engluts And Swallows Other Sorrows, And It Is Still Itself.

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives, In Your Weakness, Strength Unto Your Foe, And So Your Follies Fight Against Yourself. Fear, And Be Slain--so Worse Can Come To Fight; And Fight And Die Is Death Destroying Death, Where Fearing Dying Pays Death Servile Breath.

By My Soul I Swear, There Is No Power In The Tongue Of Man To Alter Me.

I Could Be Well Content To Entertain The Lag-end Of My Life With Quiet Hours.