The Fiend In His Own

This Greatest Mortal Consolation, Which We Derive From The Transitoriness Of All Things-from The Right Of Saying, In Every Conjuncture, "this, Too, Will Pass Away.

Happiness Is Not Found In Things You Possess, But In What You Have The Courage To Release.

Sleeping Or Waking, We Hear Not The Airy Footsteps Of The Strange Things That Almost Happen.

Some Illusions...are The Shadows Of Great Truths.

No Fountain So Small But That Heaven May Be Imaged In Its Bosom.