Whoever Aspiring, Struggles On, For Him There

I Am A Part Of The Part That At First Was All, Part Of The Darkness That Gave Birth To The Light, That Supercilious Light Which Now Disputes With Mother Night Her Ancient Rank And Space, And Yet Cannot Succeed; No Matter How It Struggles, It Sticks To Matter And Can't Get Free. Light Flows From Substance, Makes It Beautiful.

Those Only Obtain Love, For The Most Part, Who Seek It Not.

Time Is My Estate: To Time I'm Heir.

Let Your Trouble Be Light Will Follow Dark Though The Heaven Falls You May Hear The Lark.

The Formation Of One's Character Ought To Be Everyone's Chief Aim.