I Love To Lose Myself

By Compassion We Make Others' Misery Our Own, And So, By Relieving Them, We Relieve Ourselves Also.

Light Is The Shadow Of God.

The World, Which Took Six Days To Make, Is Likely To Take Us Six Thousand Years To Make Out.

Miserable Men Commiserate Not Themselves; Bowelless Unto Others, And Merciless Unto Their Own Bowels.

There Are No Grotesques In Nature; Not Anything Framed To Fill Up Empty Cantons, And Unnecessary Spaces.