The Truth Is How You Say It,

No Man Needs Curing Of His Individual Sickness; His Universal Malady Is What He Should Look To.

Youth Is Cause, Effect Is Age; So With The Thickening Of The Neck We Get Data.

To Think Is To Be Sick.

Love Becomes The Deposit Of The Heart, Analogous In All Degrees To The 'findings' In A Tomb. As In One Will Be Charted The Taken Place Of The Body, The Raiment, The Utensils Necessary To Its Other Life, So In The Heart Of The Lover Will Be Traced, As An Indelible Shadow, That Which He Loves.

Sleep Demands Of Us A Guilty Immunity.