He Whose Face Gives No Light, Shall

The Lamb Misused Breeds Public Strife And Yet Forgives The Butcher's Knife.

The Voice Of Honest Indignation Is The Voice Of God.

Gratitude Is Heaven Itself; There Could Be No Heaven Without Gratitude.

Down The Winding Cavern We Groped Our Tedious Way, Till A Void Boundless As The Nether Sky Appeared Beneath Us, And We Held By The Roots Of Trees And Hung Over This Immensity; But I Said: If You Please We Will Commit Ourselves To This Void And See Whether Providence Is Here Also.

All Futurity Seems Teeming With Endless Destruction Never To Be Repelled; Desperate Remorse Swallows The Present In A Quenchless Rage.