It Is By Suffering That

He Caught Her, She Fell, He Caught Her In His Arms, He Held Her Tightly Unconscious Of What He Was Doing. He Held Her Up, Though Tottering Himself. He Felt As If His Head Were Filled With Smoke; Flashes Of Light Slipped Through His Eyelids; His Thoughts Vanished; It Seemed To Him That He Was Performing A Religious Act, And That He Was Committing A Profanation. Moreover, He Did Not Feel One Passionate Desire For This Ravishing Woman, Whose Form He Felt Against His Heart. He Was Lost In Love.

Thought Is The Labor Of The Intellect, Reverie Is Its Pleasure.

Every Bird Which Flies Has The Thread Of The Infinite In Its Claw.

Joy Is The Reflex Of Terror.

Press On! A Better Fate Awaits Thee.