Light Is The Shadow Of

Men Live By Intervals Of Reason Under The Sovereignty Of Humor And Passion.

There Is No Such Thing As Solitude, Nor Anything That Can Be Said To Be Alone And By Itself But God, Who Is His Own Circle, And Can Subsist By Himself.

But The Iniquity Of Oblivion Blindly Scattereth Her Poppy, And Deals With The Memory Of Men Without Distinction To Merit Of Perpetuity.

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

To Make An End Of All Things On Earth, And Our Planetical System Of The World, He (god) Need But Put Out The Sun.