What Men Call Accident Is

We Live In Deeds, Not Years; In Thoughts, Not Breaths; In Feelings, Not In Figures On A Dial.

Corruption Springs From Light: 'tis One Same Power Creates, Preserves, Destroys; Matter Whereon It Works, On E'er Self-transmutative Form, Common To Now The Living, Now The Dead.

Not A Single Path Of Thought I Tread, But That It Leads To God.

The Worst Way To Improve The World Is To Condemn It.

Music Tells No Truths.