Not A Ray Is Dimmed, Not An

My Tongue Is Prone To Lose The Way,not So My Pen, For In A Letterwe Have Not Better Things To Say,but Surely Put Them Better.

A Fact Is The End Or Last Issue Of Spirit. The Visible Creation Is The Terminus Or The Circumference Of The Invisible World.

The Poet Knows That He Speaks Adequately, Then, Only When He Speaks Somewhat Wildly.

The Religions Are Obsolete When The Reforms Do Not Proceed From Them.

Let Us Take Our Bloated Nothingness Out Of The Path Of The Divine Circuits.