To Learn To Read Is

There Is Such A Thing As The Pressure Of Darkness.

Night And The Day, When United, Bring Forth The Beautiful Light.

Often When We Think We Are Knotting One Thread, We Are Tying Quite Another.

It Is Grievous For A Man To Leave Behind Him A Shadow In His Own Shape.

Large, Heavy, Ragged Black Clouds Hung Like Crape Hammocks Beneath The Starry Cope Of The Night. You Would Have Said That They Were The Cobwebs Of The Firmament.