The Whole Freedom Of Man Consists Either

Law Can Discover Sin, But Not Remove, Save By Those Shadowy Expiations Weak.

If By Prayer Incessant I Could Hope To Change The Will Of Him Who All Things Can, I Would Not Cease To Weary Him With My Assiduous Cries; But Prayer Against His Absolute Decree No More Avails Than Breath Against The Wind Blown Stifling Back On Him That Breathes It Forth: Therefore To His Great Bidding I Submit.

Our Cure, To Be No More; Sad Cure!

The Strongest And The Fiercest Spirit That Fought In Heaven, Now Fiercer By Despair.

Into This Wild Abyss, The Womb Of Nature And Perhaps Her Grave.