Who Speaks The Truth Stabs Falsehood To

Taste Is The Next Gift To Genius.

Not Suffering, But Faint Heart, Is Worst Of Woes.

An Angel Stood And Met My Gaze, Through The Low Doorway Of My Tent; The Tent Is Struck, The Vision Stays; I Only Know She Came And Went.

Most Religion-mongers Have Bated Their Paradises With A Bit Of Toasted Cheese. They Have Tempted The Body With Large Promises Of Possessions In Their Transmortal El Dorado. Sancho Panza Will Not Quit His Chimney-corner, But Under Promise Of Imaginary Islands To Govern.

Each Day The World Is Born Anew For Him Who Takes It Rightly.