Mind And Night Will Meet, Though In

The Value Of A Thought Cannot Be Told.

Dreams Are Rudiments Of The Great State To Come. We Dream What Is About To Happen.

The Heart Is Its Own Fate.

Ask Not Of Me, Love, What Is Love? Ask What Is Good Of God Above; Ask Of The Great Sun What Is Light; Ask What Is Darkness Of The Night; Ask Sin Of What May Be Forgiven; Ask What Is Happiness Of Heaven; Ask What Is Folly Of The Crowd; Ask What Is Fashion Of The Shroud; Ask What Is Sweetness Of Thy Kiss; Ask Of Thyself What Beauty Is.

The Temples Perish, But The God Still Lives.