The Heart Will Break, But Broken Live

Better To Sink Beneath The Shock Than Moulder Piecemeal On The Rock!

Nor All That Heralds Rake From Coffin'd Clay, Nor Florid Prose, Nor Honied Lies Of Rhyme, Can Blazon Evil Deeds, Or Consecrate A Crime.

The Mind Can Make Substance, And People Planets Of Its Own With Beings Brighter Than Have Been, And Give A Breath To Forms Which Can Outlive All Flesh.

We Of The Craft Are All Crazy.

Who Tracks The Steps Of Glory To The Grave?