With What Shift And Pains

Light Is But The Shadow Of God.

He Is Rich Who Hath Enough To Be Charitable.

Think Not Thy Time Short In This World, Since The World Itself Is Not Long. The Created World Is But A Small Parenthesis In Eternity, And A Short Interposition, For A Time, Between Such A State Of Duration As Was Before It And May Be After It.

The Man Without A Navel Still Lives In Me.

It Is We That Are Blind, Not Fortune.