The Life Of Man Is A Self-evolving

When A Natural King Becomes A Titular King, Every Body Is Pleased And Satisfied.

Whatever Is Old Corrupts, And The Past Turns To Snakes.

Everything Is Beautiful Seen From The Point Of The Intellect, Or As Truth. But All Is Sour If Seen As Experience.

I Like The Church, I Like A Cowl, I Love A Prophet Of The Soul; And On My Heart Monastic Aisles Fall Like Sweet Strains Or Pensive Smiles; Yet Not For All His Faith Can See, Would I That Cowled Churchman Be.

I Hate The Giving Of The Hand Unless The Whole Man Accompanies It.