If You Don't Feel It, You'll Never

Religion Is Not In Want Of Art; It Rests On Its Own Majesty.

No One Has Ever Learned Fully To Know Themselves.

I Am A Part Of The Part That At First Was All, Part Of The Darkness That Gave Birth To The Light, That Supercilious Light Which Now Disputes With Mother Night Her Ancient Rank And Space, And Yet Cannot Succeed; No Matter How It Struggles, It Sticks To Matter And Can't Get Free. Light Flows From Substance, Makes It Beautiful.

Nothing Can Be Compared To The New Life That The Discovery Of Another Country Provides For A Thoughtful Person. Although I Am Still The Same I Believe To Have Changed To The Bones.

The Man Who Masters Himself Is Delivered From The Force That Binds All Creatures.