Happy Is The Hearing Man; Unhappy The

The Nobler The Truth Or Sentiment, The Less Imports The Question Of Authorship.

The Universe Is The Externisation Of The Soul. Wherever The Life Is, That Bursts Into Appearance Around It. Our Science Is Sensual, And Therefore Superficial. The Earth, And The Heavenly Bodies, Physics, And Chemistry, We Sensually Treat, As If They Were Self-existent; But These Are The Retinue Of That Being We Have.

As Long As Our People Quote English Standards They Dwarf Their Own Proportions.

You See, It's All Clear, We Were Meant To Be Here From The Beginning.

In Nature Nothing Can Be Given. All Things Are Sold.