I Am Moved By The Light.

I Count Only The Hours That Are Serene.

Physical Suffering Apart, Not A Single Sorrow Exists That Can Touch Us Except Through Our Thoughts.

All Our Knowledge Merely Helps Us To Die A More Painful Death Than Animals That Know Nothing.

They Think That Nothing Will Happen Because They Have Closed Their Doors, And They Do Not Know That It Is In The Soul That Things Always Happen, And That The World Does Not End At Their Housedoor.

Once At A Potent Leader's Voice I Stayed; Once I Went Back When A Good Monarch Prayed; Mortals, Howe'er We Grieve, Howe'er Deplore, The Flying Shadow Will Return No More.