In Prayer It Is Better To Have

Our Heart Oft Times Wakes When We Sleep, And God Can Speak To That, Either By Words, By Proverbs, By Signs And Similitudes, As Well As If One Was Awake.

As I Walked Through The Wilderness Of This World, I Lighted On A Certain Place, Where Was A Den; And I Laid Me Down In That Place To Sleep: And As I Slept I Dreamed A Dream. I Dreamed, And Behold I Saw A Man Clothed With Rags, Standing In A Certain Place, With His Face From His Own House, A Book In His Hand, And A Great Burden Upon His Back. I Looked, And Saw Him Open The Book, And Read Therein; And As He Read, He Wept And Trembled: And Not Being Able Longer To Contain, He Brake Out With A Lamentable Cry; Saying, 'what Shall I Do?'

But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You Seize The Flower

The Life Blood Streaming Thro' My Heart, Or My More Dear Immortal Part, Is Not More Fondly Dear.

I Come From The Town Of Stupidity; It Lieth About Four Degrees Beyond The City Of Destruction.