Perhaps Out There, Somewhere, Someone

Reality Is Always The Foe Of Famous Names.

Hitherto Your Eyes Have Been Darkened And You Have Looked Too Much, Yes, Far Too Much, Upon The Things Of Earth. If These So Much Delight You What Shall Be Your Rapture When You Lift Your Gaze To Things Eternal!

I Saw The Tracks Of Angels In The Earth: The Beauty Of Heaven Walking By Itself On The World.

Mere Elegance Of Language Can Produce At Best But An Empty Renown.

Hope Is Incredible To The Slave Of Grief.