Yes, Even Amongst Wiser Militants, How Many

Gardens Were Before Gardeners, And But Some Hours After The Earth.

Life Itself Is But The Shadow Of Death, And Souls Departed But The Shadows Of The Living: All Things Fall Under This Name. The Sun Itself Is But The Dark Simulacrum, And The Light But The Shadow Of God.

There Is Musick, Even In The Beauty And The Silent Note Which Cupid Strikes, Far Sweeter Than The Sound Of An Instrument.

There Is No Man Alone, Because Every Man Is A Microcosm, And Carries The Whole World About Him.

Therefore For Spirits, I Am So Far From Denying Their Existence That I Could Easily Believe, That Not Only Whole Countries, But Particular Persons, Have Their Tutelary And Guardian Angels.