If You Look In The Eyes Of

Symmetry Is Tedious, And Tedium Is The Very Basis Of Mourning. Despair Yawns.

No Man Is More Unhappy Than The One Who Is Never In Adversity; The Greatest Affliction Of Life Is Never To Be Afflicted.

Melancholy Is The Happiness Of Being Sad.

The Hand Which Moves Over The Dial Moves Also Among Souls.

One Is Not Idle Because One Is Absorbed. There Is Both Visible And Invisible Labor. To Contemplate Is To Toil, To Think Is To Do. The Crossed Arms Work, The Clasped Hands Act. The Eyes Upturned To Heaven Are An Act Of Creation.