Stillness Of Person And Steadiness Of Features

Death Tugs At My Ear And Says, 'live. I Am Coming.

Our Brains Are Seventy-year Clocks. The Angel Of Life Winds Them Up Once For All, Then Closes The Case, And Gives The Key Into The Hand Of The Angel Of The Resurrection.

The Mind Of A Bigot To The Pupil Of The Eye; The More Light You Pour On It, The More It Contracts.

Cupid "the Little Greatest Enemy."

Don't Be 'consistent,' But Be Simply True.