Innocence Dwells With Wisdom, But Never With

Embraces Are Comminglings From The Head Even To The Feet, And Not A Pompous High Priest Entering By A Secret Place.

In The Universe, There Are Things That Are Known, And Things That Are Unknown, And In Between, There Are Doors.

Nature In Darkness Groans And Men Are Bound To Sullen Contemplation In The Night: Restless They Turn On Beds Of Sorrow; In Their Inmost Brain Feeling The Crushing Wheels, They Rise, They Write The Bitter Words Of Stern Philosophy And Knead The Bread Of Knowledge With Tears And Groans.

He Who Desires, But Acts Not, Breeds Pestilence.

Every Tear From Every Eyebecomes A Babe In Eternity.