He Who Doubts From What He Sees

As I Was Walking Among The Fires Of Hell, Delighted With The Enjoyments Of Genius; Which To Angels Look Like Torment And Insanity, I Collected Some Of Their Proverbs.

Thou Fair-hair'd Angel Of The Evening, Now, Whilst The Sun Rests On The Mountains, Light Thy Bright Torch Of Love; Thy Radiant Crown Put On, And Smile Upon Our Evening Bed!

Mercy Is The Golden Chain By Which Society Is Bound Together.

Celebrate Your Existence!

The Imagination Is Not A State: It Is The Human Existence Itself.