You Become What You Behold.

Travelers Repose And Dream Among My Leaves.

If You Have Form'd A Circle To Go Into, Go Into It Yourself, And See How You Would Do. They Said This Mystery Never Shall Cease: The Priest Promotes War, And The Soldier Peace.

Each Man Is Haunted Until His Humanity Awakens.

Bring Me An Axe And Spade, Bring Me A Winding-sheet; When I My Grave Have Made Let Winds And Tempests Beat: Then Down I'll Lie As Cold As Clay. True Love Doth Pass Away!

I Am Going To That Country Which I Have All My Life Wished To See.