Worthy Books Are Not Companions – They

It Matters Not How Long We Live But How.

The Hero Is The World-man, In Whose Heart One Passion Stands For All, The Most Indulged.

See The Gold Sunshine Patching, And Streaming And Streaking Across The Gray-green Oaks; And Catching, By Its Soft Brown Beard, The Moss.

Hell Is More Bearable Than Nothingness.

Tis Light Translateth Night; 'tis Inspiration Expounds Experience; 'tis The West Explains The East; 'tis Time Unfolds Eternity.