I Love All Men Who Think, Even

What Love Commences Can Be Finished By God Alone.

Revery, Which Is Thought In Its Nebulous State, Borders Closely Upon The Land Of Sleep, By Which It Is Bounded As By A Natural Frontier.

It Is Nothing To Die. It Is Frightful Not To Live.

God Made Only Water, But Man Made Wine.

Sleep Comes More Easily Than It Returns.