As Reason Is A Rebel

It Is We That Are Blind, Not Fortune; Because Our Eye Is Too Dim To Discern The Mystery Of Her Effects, We Foolishly Paint Her Blind, And Hoodwink The Providence Of The Almighty.

We Term Sleep A Death By Which We May Be Literally Said To Die Daily; In Fine, So Like Death, I Dare Not Trust It Without My Prayers.

We Carry Within Us The Wonders We Seek Without Us.

Let Him Have The Key Of Thy Heart, Who Hath The Lock Of His Own.

Be Able To Be Alone. Lose Not The Advantage Of Solitude.