Joys Are Bubble-like--what Makes Them

Tis Light Translateth Night; 'tis Inspiration Expounds Experience; 'tis The West Explains The East; 'tis Time Unfolds Eternity.

The Ground Of All Great Thoughts Is Sadness.

Hell Is More Bearable Than Nothingness.

Where Imperfection Ceaseth, Heaven Begins.

Dear Lord, Our God And Saviour! For Thy Gifts The World Were Poor In Thanks, Though Every Soul Were To Do Nought But Breathe Them, Every Blade Of Grass, And Every Atomie Of Earth To Utter It Like Dew.