Talk Not Of Wasted Affection - Affection

Books Are Sepulchres Of Thought.

The Shadows Of The Mind Are Like Those Of The Body. In The Morning Of Life They All Lie Behind Us; At Noon We Trample Them Under Foot; And In The Evening They Stretch Long, Broad, And Deepening Before Us.

Evil Is Only Good Perverted.

From Dust Thou Art To Dust Returneth, Was Not Spoken Of The Soul.

I Will Be A Man Among Men; And No Longer A Dreamer Among Shadows. Henceforth Be Mine A Life Of Action And Reality! I Will Work In My Own Sphere, Nor Wish It Other Than It Is. This Alone Is Health And Happiness.