The Air Is Full Of

Southward With Fleet Of Ice Sailed The Corsair Death; Wild And Fast Blew The Blast, And The East-wind Was His Breath.

Thought Takes Man Out Of Servitude, Into Freedom.

Life Is The Gift Of God, And Is Divine.

There Is No Death! What Seems So Is Transition; This Life Of Mortal Breath Is But A Suburb Of The Life Elysian, Whose Portal We Call Death.

However Things May Seem, No Evil Thing Is Success And No Good Thing Is Failure.