In Fact, Truth Cannot Be Communicated Until

There Is No Real Wealth But The Labour Of Man.

I Love Tranquil Solitude.

Ere Babylon Was Dust, The Magus Zoroaster, My Dead Child, Met His Own Image Walking In The Garden, That Apparition, Sole Of Men, He Saw.

The Good Want Power, But To Weep Barren Tears. The Powerful Goodness Want: Worse Need For Them. The Wise Want Love; And Those Who Love Want Wisdom.

Worse Than A Bloody Hand Is A Hard Heart.