Every Thing Possible To Be

Mans Desires Are Limited By His Perceptions; None Can Desire What He Has Not Perceived.

If You Have Formed A Circle To Go Into,go Into It Yourself And See How You Would Do.

Acts Themselves Alone Are History, And These Are Neither The Exclusive Property Of Hume, Gibbon Nor Voltaire, Echard, Rapin, Plutarch, Nor Herodotus. Tell Me The Acts, O Historian, And Leave Me To Reason Upon Them As I Please; Away With Your Reasoning And Your Rubbish. All That Is Not Action Is Not Worth Reading.

Come O'er The Eastern Hills, And Let Our Winds Kiss Thy Perfumed Garments; Let Us Taste Thy Morn And Evening Breath; Scatter Thy Pearls Upon Our Love-sick Land That Mourns For Thee.

Thou Art A Man God Is No More Thy Own Humanity Learn To Adore