My Favoured Temple Is An Humble Heart.

We Love And Live In Power; It Is The Spirit's End. Mind Must Subdue; To Conquer Is Its Life.

Hell Is More Bearable Than Nothingness.

Look On The Bee Upon The Wing 'mong Flowers; How Brave, How Bright His Life! Then Mark, Him Hiv'd, Cramp'd, Cringing In His Self-built, Social Cell, Thus It Is In The World-hive; Most Where Men Lie Deep In Cities As In Drifts.

The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

All Are Of The Race Of God, And Have In Themselves Good.