Make Not Thyself The Judge Of Any

Great Men Stand Like Solitary Towers In The City Of God.

All Was Ended Now, The Hope, And The Fear And The Sorrow, All The Aching Of The Heart, The Restless, Unsatisfied Longing, All The Dull, Deep Pain, And Constant Anguish Of Patience!

The Soul...is Audible, Not Visible.

Midnight! The Outpost Of Advancing Day! The Frontier Town And Citadel Of Night!

All Things Must Change To Something New, To Something Strange.