To A Gargoyle On The Ramparts Of

Does There Exist An Infinity Outside Ourselves? Is That Infinity One, Immanent And Permanent, Necessarily Having Substance, Since He Is Infinite And If He Lacked Matter He Would Be Limited, Necessarily Possessing Intelligence Since He Is Infinite And, Lacking Intelligence, He Would Be In That Sense Finite. Does This Infinity Inspire In Us The Idea Of Essense, While To Ourselves We Can Only Attribute The Idea Of Existence? In Order Words, Is He Not The Whole Of Which We Are But The Part?

The Saints Were His Friends, And Blessed Him; The Monsters Were His Friends, And Guarded Him.

In Joined Hands There Is Still Some Token Of Hope, In The Clenched Fist None.

It Is Man's Consolation That The Future Is To Be A Sunrise Instead Of A Sunset.

Often When We Think We Are Knotting One Thread, We Are Tying Quite Another.