My Soul Tasted That Heavenly

I Am Searching For That Which Every Man Seeks-peace And Rest.

Do Ye Not Comprehend That We Are Worms Born To Bring Forth The Angelic Butterfly That Flieth Unto Judgment Without Screen?

Abandon Every Hope, You Who Enter.

Infinite Goodness Has Such Wide Arms.

You Shall Find Out How Salt Is The Taste Of Another Man's Bread, And How Hard Is The Way Up And Down Another Man's Stairs.