Nothing Forces Us To Know What We

Bronze Is The Mirror Of Form, Wine Of The Heart.

There Is Advantage In The Wisdom Won From Pain.

When We Sleep The Soul Is Lit Up... By Many Eyes, And With Them, We Can See Everything That We Cannot See In The Daytime.

Old Men, What Are They? Fast Fading The Leaf, Three-footed They Walk, Yet Frail As A Child, As A Dream Set Afloat In The Daylight.

The Tongue Of Slander Is Too Prompt With Wanton Malice To Wound The Stranger.