Night Brings Out Stars As Sorrow Shows

Obey Thy Genius, For A Minister It Is Unto The Throne Of Fate. Draw To Thy Soul, And Centralize The Rays Which Are Around Of The Divinity.

True Faith Nor Biddeth Nor Abideth Form, The Bended Knee, The Eye Uplift; Is All Which Men Need Render; All Which God Can Bear. What To The Faith Are Forms? A Passing Speck, A Crow Upon The Sky.

Mind And Night Will Meet, Though In Silence, Like Forbidden Lovers.

Hell Is The Wrath Of God--his Hate Of Sin.

Necessity, Like Electricity, Is In Ourselves And All Things, And No More Without Us Than Within Us.