When It Is Darkest, We Can See

Language Is Fossil Poetry.

There Is An Intimate Interdependence Of Intellect And Morals.

In Strict Science, All Persons Underlie The Same Condition Of An Infinite Remoteness. Shall We Fear To Cool Our Love By Mining Forthe Metaphysical Foundation Of This Elysian Temple? Shall I Not Be As Real As The Things I See? If I Am, I Shall Not Fear To Know Them For What They Are.

Commonsense Is The Wick Of The Candle.

The Only Joy In His Being Mine, Is That The Not Mine Is Mine.