It Is Death That Is

The Value Of Ourselves Is But The Value Of Our Melancholy And Our Disquiet.

Nothing In The Whole World Is So Athirst For Beauty As The Soul, Nor Is There Anything To Which Beauty Clings So Readily.

An Act Of Goodness Is Of Itself An Act Of Happiness. No Reward Coming After The Event Can Compare With The Sweet Reward That Went With It.

I Am Moved By The Light.

All Our Knowledge Merely Helps Us To Die A More Painful Death Than Animals That Know Nothing.