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The Abdication Of Belief Makes The Behavior Small- Better An Ignis Fatuus Than No Illume At All.

You'll Find It-when You Try To Die- The Easier To Let Go- For Recollecting Such As Went- You Could Not Spare-you Know.

Faith—is The Pierless Bridge Supporting What We See Unto The Scene That We Do Not— Too Slender For The Eye It Bears The Soul As Bold As It Were Rocked In Steel With Arms Of Steel At Either Side— It Joins—behind The Veil To What, Could We Presume The Bridge Would Cease To Be To Our Far, Vacillating Feet A First Necessity.

Love Can Do All But Raise The Dead.

I Dwell In Possibility A Fairer House Than Prose More Numerous Of Windows Superior — For Doors.