Night Conceals A World But Reveals A

And I Have Written Three Books On The Soul, Proving Absurd All Written Hitherto, And Putting Us To Ignorance Again.

You Never Know What Life Means Till You Die; Even Throughout Life, Tis Death That Makes Life Live.

It Is The Glory And Good Of Art, That Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth, To Mouths Like Mine At Least.

Tis Man's To Explore Up And Down, Inch By Inch, With The Taper His Reason.

Truth Is Truth Howe'er It Strike.