It Is Admirable To Die The Victim

Ink Is The Transcript Of Thought.

Mystery Hovers Over All Things Here Below.

What Is Our Life But A Succession Of Preludes To That Unknown Song Whose First Solemn Note Is Sounded By Death?

Men Are Misers, And Women Prodigal, In Affection.

Limited In His Nature, Infinite In His Desires, Man Is A Fallen God Who Remembers The Heavens.