Hell Is Not In Torture; Hell Is

If Winter Should Say, 'spring Is In My Heart,' Who Would Believe Winter?

Am I Less Man Because I Believe In A Greater Man?

In Truth We Gaze But Do Not See, And Hearken But Do Not Hear; We Eat And Drink But Do Not Taste. And There Lies The Difference Between Jesus Of Nazareth And Ourselves. His Senses Were All Continually Made New, And The World To Him Was Always A New World.

He Who Passes Not His Days In The Realm Of Dreams Is The Slave Of The Days.

The Envier Praises Me Unknowingly.