How Beautiful Is Death, When Earn'd By

Knavery Is Ever Suspicious Of Knavery.

Whether Dark Presages Of The Night Proceed From Any Latent Power Of The Soul During Her Abstraction, Or From Any Operation Of Subordinate Spirits, Has Been A Dispute.

Love, Anger, Pride And Avarice All Visibly Move In Those Little Orbs.

We Make Provisions For This Life As If It Were Never To Have An End, And For The Other Life As Though It Were Never To Have A Beginning.

There Is Nothing That Makes Its Way More Directly Into The Soul Than Beauty.