All The Wonders You Seek Are Within

We Term Sleep A Death, And Yet It Is Waking That Kills Us, And Destroys Those Spirits That Are The House Of Life.

Whosoever Enjoys Not This Life, I Count Him But An Apparition, Though He Wear About Him The Sensible Affections Of Flesh. In These Moral Acceptions, The Way To Be Immortal Is To Die Daily.

Lord Deliver Me From Myself.

Be Able To Be Alone. Lose Not The Advantage Of Solitude.

Light That Makes Things Seen, Makes Some Things Invisible.