Only The Impossible Lasts Forever.

Love Becomes The Deposit Of The Heart, Analogous In All Degrees To The 'findings' In A Tomb. As In One Will Be Charted The Taken Place Of The Body, The Raiment, The Utensils Necessary To Its Other Life, So In The Heart Of The Lover Will Be Traced, As An Indelible Shadow, That Which He Loves.

The Priceless Galaxy Of Misinformation Called The Mind.

We Are Adhering To Life Now With Our Last Muscle - The Heart.

A Man Is Whole Only When He Takes Into Account His Shadow.

Too Great A Sense Of Identity Makes A Man Feel He Can Do No Wrong. And Too Little Does The Same.