He Who Destroys A Good Book Kills

What Is Dark Within Me, Illumine.

The Teachers Of Our Law, And To Propose What Might Improve My Knowledge Or Their Own.

And On The Tree Of Life, The Middle Tree And Highest There That Grew, Sat Like A Cormorant.

Our Country Is Where Ever We Are Well Off.

If The Will, Which In The Law Of Our Nature, Were Withdrawn From Our Memory, Fancy, Understanding, And Reason, No Other Hell Could Equal, For A Spiritual Being, What We Should Then Feel From The Anarchy Of Our Powers. It Would Be Conscious Madness,--a Horrid Thought!