The Whole Universe Is But The Footprint

Seldom Indeed Does Human Virtue Rise From Trunk To Branch.

Behold A God More Powerful Than I Who Comes To Rule Over Me.

Consider The Sea's Listless Chime: Time's Self It Is, Made Audible.

The Man Who Lies Asleep Will Never Waken Fame, And His Desire And All His Life Drift Past Him Like A Dream, And The Traces Of His Memory Fade From Time Like Smoke In Air, Or Ripples On A Stream.

The Truth Thy Speech Doth Show, Within My Heart Reproves The Swelling Pride.