But A Book Is Only The Heart's

Of Consciousness, Her Awful Mate. The Soul Cannot Be Rid - As Easy The Secreting Her Behind The Eyes Of God.

Beauty Is Not Caused, It Is; Chase It And It Ceases, Chase It Not And It Abides.

Tell All The Truth, But Tell It Slant/success In Circuit Lies.

The Possible's Slow Fuse Is Lit By The Imagination.

Safe Despair It Is That Raves- Agony Is Frugal. Puts Itself Severe Away For Its Own Perusal.