The Stars Are Threshed, And The Souls

Mercy Is The Golden Chain By Which Society Is Bound Together.

Think Not Thou Canst Sigh A Sigh And Thy Maker Is Not By; Think Not Thou Canst Weep A Tear And Thy Maker Is Not Near.

He Who Has Suffered You To Impose On Him Knows You.

Opposition Is True Friendship.

Lo! Now The Direful Monster, Whose Skin Clings To His Strong Bones, Strides O'er The Groaning Rocks: He Withers All In Silence, And His Hand Unclothes The Earth, And Freezes Up Frail Life.