Fools, Your Reward Is Neither Here Nor

Justice Is The Soul Of The Universe.

The Flower That Once Has Blown Forever Dies.

For In And Out, Above, About, Below, 'tis Nothing But A Magic Shadow-show, Played In A Box Whose Candle Is The Sun, Round Which We Phantom Figures Come And Go.

To Be Free Of Belief And Unbelief Is My Religion.

There Was A Door To Which I Found No Key: There Was The Veil Through Which I Might Not See.