So In A Voice, So

Between These Two, The Denying Of Sins, Which We Have Done, And The Bragging Of Sins, Which We Have Not Done, What A Space, What A Compass Is There, For Millions Of Millions Of Sins!

Death Is An Ascension To A Better Library.

I Throw Myself Down In My Chamber, And I Call And Invite God And His Angels Thither.

At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners, Blow Your Trumpets, Angels.

I Did Best When I Had Least Truth For My Subjects.