To Be An Error And To Be

When The Sun Rises, Do You Not See A Round Disc Of Fire Somewhat Like A Guinea? O No, No, I See An Innumerable Company Of The Heavenly Host Crying Holy, Holy, Holy Is The Lord God Almighty.

Poetry, Painting & Music, The Three Powers In Man Of Conversing With Paradise, Which The Flood Did Not Sweep Away.

If You Would Help Another Man, You Must Do So In Minute Particulars.

As A Man Is, So He Sees. As The Eye Is Formed, Such Are Its Powers.

Each Man Is Haunted Until His Humanity Awakens.